Bree

She loves stabbing. She loves it even more when you pay her to stab.

Description:

Basic Info

  • Name: Bree
  • Level: 2
  • Class: Rogue
  • Race: Half-Orc
  • Size: M
  • Age: 28
  • Gender: F
  • Height: 6’2"
  • Weight: 200 lbs
  • Alignment: CE
  • Deity: Unaligned

Ability Scores

  • Str: 16
  • Con: 12
  • Dex: 18
  • Int: 10
  • Wis: 12
  • Cha: 12

Defenses

  • AC: 19
  • Fort: 14
  • Ref: 17
  • Will: 12

Hit Points

  • HP: 29
  • Bloodied: 14
  • Surge Val: 7
  • Surges/Day: 7

Skills:

  • Acrobatics: 10
  • Arcana: 1
  • Athletics: 4
  • Bluff: 2
  • Diplomacy: 2
  • Dungeoneering: 2
  • Endurance: 4
  • Heal: 2
  • History: 1
  • Insight: 7
  • Intimidate: 9
  • Nature: 2
  • Perception: 7
  • Religion: 1
  • Stealth: 10
  • Streetwise: 2
  • Thievery: 10

Other Stats

  • Initiative: 5
  • Speed: 6
  • Languages: Common, Giant
  • Vision: Low-Light

Racial Features

  • Half-orc Resilience
  • Swift Charge
  • Furious Assault

Class Features

  • First Strike
  • Brutal Scoundrel
  • Rogue Weapon Talent
  • Sneak Attack

Feats

  • Surprise Knockdown
  • Backstabber

Powers

At-Will

  • Riposte Strike
  • Piercing Strike

Encounter

  • Torturous Strike

Daily

  • Blinding Barrage

Utility

  • Tumble

Equipment

  • Dagger
  • Short sword
  • Leather Armor
  • Thieves Tools
  • Standard Adventurer’s Kit

Magic Items

  • +1 Duelist’s Dagger
Bio:

Backstory

The first thing I can remember growing up was the Westwater City orphanage. God, I hated that orphanage. The headmistress beat whomever she wanted to, and then beat me again. I got out of there right after I could walk. The streets were better than that hellhole. It gave me an opportunity to be on the other end of the beating.

I met with a group of street urchins who stole what they needed to eat. Well, they stole whatever they could get their hands on, which was usually just enough to fill their stomachs. The oldest of the bunch, Cal, “managed” whatever extra we were able to steal. I started to show myself quite the capable pickpocket, and Cal took quite a liking to me because of that. I quickly became his second in command and once my half-orc size started to show, his enforcer. Once I felt I learned enough to go out on my own (which was about the time I was twice Cal’s size), I prepared my journey. Cal had enjoyed his time leading this group a bit too much, so I visited him in the night and left with his sword, money, and a little bit of his blood on my shirt. I got out of this wretched town, and headed out to Safewind Harbor to spend my spoils. I had heard people say Bistlebrew’s ales were worth the trip, and if I could find a boat there to leave this orc-hating island, all the better.

Bree

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