Aven Objornson

[TheJeanyus]

Name: Aven Objornson
Race: Human
Age: 26
Class: Barbarian
Alignment: CG

Apearance: Aven stands taller than most men, and is bulkier as well. His arms ripple with muscle, betraying his great physical prowess. His face is usually calm and handsome, though in battle it contorts, becoming hideously full of rage. He has a strong jaw and a nose of a size a bit too large for his head. Two bright green eyes peer out from under his tousled medium-length brown hair. He can often be seen with a wide grin on his face, though it becomes more sinister when he is wildly swinging his greatsword about.

Personality: Aven is usually a pretty easy-going fellow. He laughs loudly and smiles often. In short, few who see him in a social setting would guess him to be so full of rage on the battlefield. While not always the sharpest of wit, he is generally kind and friendly. He is very slow to be angered, but when he is, his rage is truly fearsome to behold. He is no stranger to hardship, and always tries to help those who might need his aid. He is hard-working and determined, a product of a life of hard work on his family farm.

Background: Aven was born on a small farm outside of the minor town of Avoksfjord. He was the second of four children, all but the youngest boys. The soil there was never the most fertile, but they always made it by. It was a simple life, but more or less a happy one. Many years of hard labor made Aven tough and stronger than most men.

Many years past, and relationships with the kingdom to the east deteriorated. Aven's older brother, Elon, while a great farmer, had suffered a bad case of violet fever that gave him a bit of limp. Being better suited to help his kingdom, Aven enlisted in the army and served for two years fighting their eastern foe. During this time, he discovered his propensity for going into a rage while fighting. Not feeling quite at home on the farm after his time in the army, he wandered, adventuring here and there to support his family who remained on the farm. So when he saw a call to all mercenaries, what a grand opportunity that seemed to be...


Stat rolls:

Dice * Roll:

4d6rc1kh3mod	2, 5, 4, 3 (Rerolls: rerolled 1) (keeping 3,4,5)			Total = 12
4d6rc1kh3mod	5, 6, 3, 4 (Rerolls: rerolled 1) (keeping 4,5,6)			Total = 15
4d6rc1kh3mod	6, 4, 6, 6 (Rerolls: rerolled 1) (keeping 6,6,6)			Total = 18
4d6rc1kh3mod	2, 2, 3, 3 (Rerolls: rerolled 1) (keeping 2,3,3)			Total = 8
4d6rc1kh3mod	4, 5, 3, 6 (Rerolls: rerolled 1) (keeping 4,5,6)			Total = 15
4d6rc1kh3mod	4, 6, 5, 2 (Rerolls: rerolled 1) (keeping 4,5,6)			Total = 15
	total modifier: 10

Starting Wealth: 105 gp (average)

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HP: 14/14
Condition: Normal
CMB: +6 CMD: 18
AC: 15 Touch: 12 FF: 13
Fort: +4 Reflex: +2 Will: +2
Rage: ?/9 (+4 Str, +6 Con, -2 AC, +2 Will)
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[Fredrits]

Looks good.