Reys, Lvl 1 Human Sentinel (Front)
HP: 1/25
XP: 42/100
AP: 0
Main Hand Weapon: Heavy Warhammer (1d8, +0 Hit)
Off Hand Weapon: Steel Warhammer (1d6, +1 Hit)
Main Hand Shield: Steel Kite Shield (02 AC)
Off Hand Shield: Steel Square Shield (02 AC)
Armor: Warrior's Chain Robes (03 AC)
[+4 Hit] [6-13 Atk]
[+5 Hit] [6-11 Atk]
[22 AC] [13 MR]
Spoiler: Inventory and Status
Items (0/7):
-None
Abilities:
Dual Wield: Reys can wield one weapon in each hand and gains two attacks for every one normal attack. Hit -1 to both weapons.[280 AP]
Sentinel: Reys wears one shield on each arm, and therefore can wield two shields at a time at the same time as dual wielding. [180 AP]
Stats:
Strength: +5
Dexterity: +5
Constitution: +5
Intelligence: -5
Wisdom: +3
Story:
When Reys was younger, he and his family were wandering merchants who traveled the world selling goods. One day, a group of bandits came to their caravan and brutally attacked them, leaving his parents dead and him badly wounded. He himself would have died had a healer not saved him from death and raised him as his own.
After being rescued by this man, Reys decided that he wanted to be a healer, too. The old healer, knowing that he could not use magic, but wanting to spare his feelings, pretended to teach him the healing arts. Reys became good friends with the old man, and was content there for the time that he spent there. However, when a necromancer left the old healer fatally wounded, Reys could not heal the old man. Upon the healer's death, he told Reys that the reason why he could not use magic was because he had magical blood flowing through his veins, and although he could not directly use magic, every action he took was infused with magical power.
Devastated by the loss of his best friend and the knowledge that he would never be able to be a healer, Reys would have spent his life miserable. However, a few days later, Reys came across a city merchant being attacked by a bandit. Reys defended the man and single handedly knocked out the bandit without any weapons of any sort, saving the merchant and showing Reys that he could still help people without magic. But soon afterward, Reys's plans to be a hero were stopped when a guard spotted his abilities and drafted him into the army of King Noganford.
It has been a year since Reys was drafted into the army. He desperately searches for a way out, but is trapped in by force. However, with the army being sent out for conquest, Reys may soon find the way out he has been looking for so he can protect other people from the threat that Noganford poses.
Reys is of average height and weight. He has very short brown hair, somewhat pale skin, and wears a white robe that is visible through the rings of a light chainmail robe that reaches down to his hands and feet. Under the robe, brown pants and black leather boots are visible. A steel kite shield is strapped to his right forearm, in which he holds a large steel war hammer, and a square shield is strapped to his left forearm, on which he holds a somewhat smaller but still large steel war hammer.
Reys lurches up. He was back to consciousness. Back to life.
He groans. He had been almost completely cooked for dinner, and there was an arrow stuck right in the middle of his gut. Still, those pyromaniac murderer's were probably dead right now- people didn't usually survive their skulls being cracked by hammers- so he had done his job.
Bread? Heh. He'd rather whoever gave him the bread had just brought him to a nice, cozy bed, but bread was better than nothing. Reys eats the bread and looks around to see his surroundings. As long as he didn't run into any other damn mages, he would be able to handle himself just fine, even almost dead, because he could block, parry, or dodge almost any attack coming his way, of that he had little doubt.
Even so, Reys had a sinking feeling that this wasn't over. They might still be alive. He would take his knowledge and wisdom from the encounter and, if they were still alive, they would be dead next time.
Or not. Maybe they would even be his friends sometime. There was no need to go on killing sprees. He wanted to help and protect people, not cut them down. And if he was going to protect people, then he needed to befriend people. Which meant he needed to find people, hopefully a village.
I'm gonna boost my wisdom as much as I can... I don't want to get that badly pwned again.