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Full Name

Lukan Swane

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Fighter (Armor Master) 4

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

23

Special Abilities

Shield Bash

Alignment

Lawful Good

Deity

Erastil

Languages

Common

Occupation

Soldier, Guardsman

Strength 16
Dexterity 17
Constitution 12
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 10
Charisma 8

About Lukan Swane "Swaney"

Basics:
AC:22
Touch:14 Flat:19
CMD: 20

HP: 20/20 +2d10+2

BAB: +4
CMB: +7
Fort: +5
Ref: +4
Will: +4 / +6 vs fear

Init: +3
Speed: 30'


Racial Traits:

+2 to Strength: Human characters get a +2 bonus to one ability score of their choice at creation to represent their varied nature.

Bonus Feat: Humans select one extra feat at 1st level.

Skilled: Humans gain an additional skill rank at first level and one additional rank whenever they gain a level.


Class Features:
Bonus Feat.
Armor Training (Ex)

Starting at 3rd level, a fighter learns to be more maneuverable while wearing armor. Whenever he is wearing armor, he reduces the armor check penalty by 1 (to a minimum of 0) and increases the maximum Dexterity bonus allowed by his armor by 1. Every four levels thereafter (7th, 11th, and 15th), these bonuses increase by +1 each time, to a maximum –4 reduction of the armor check penalty and a +4 increase of the maximum Dexterity bonus allowed.

In addition, a fighter can also move at his normal speed while wearing medium armor. At 7th level, a fighter can move at his normal speed while wearing heavy armor.

Armor Master Archetype:
Deflective Shield (Ex)

At 2nd level, an armor master specializes in using his shield to deflect attacks. He gains a +1 bonus to his touch AC, and this bonus increases for every four levels beyond 2nd (to a maximum of +6 at 20th level); however, this bonus cannot exceed the sum of the armor and enhancement bonus to AC provided by the shield that the armor master is currently carrying.

This ability replaces bravery.


Feats:
Improved Shield Bash, Two-Weapon Fighting, Iron Will, Power Attack, Step Up, Weapon Focus: Scimitar

Traits:
Bastard, Courageous

Basic Attacks:
+1 Scimitar: +9 (+7 when used with shield attack), 1d6+4, 18-20/x2, slash
Mwk, Quickdraw Light Spiked Shield: +6, 1d4+1, x2, pierce
Longbow: +7, 1d8, x3
Full Attack
Scimitar Attack [dice] 1d20+7 [/dice]
Scimitar Damage [dice] 1d6+4 [/dice]
Shield Attack [dice] 1d20+6 [/dice]
Shield Damage [dice] 1d4+1 [/dice]

Skills (*Class Skill, #Trained):

+3 (0) Acrobatics (In Armor)
+0 Appraise
-1 Bluff
+9 (+9) Climb*# (3)
+0 Craft*
-1 Diplomacy
+3 (0) Disable Device
-1 Disguise
+3 (0) Escape Artist
+3 (0) Fly
+0 Heal
-1 Intimidate*
+4 Perception# (4)
+0 Perform
+5 Profession - Soldier*# (2)
+8 (+5) Ride* (2)
+0 Sense Motive
+0 Spellcraft
+3 (0) Stealth
+0 Survival*
+7 (+4) Swim*# (1)

Equipment:
Gear
+1 Agile Breastplate [30 lbs] (1550gp)
+1 Scimitar [4 lbs] *(2315gp)
Cold Iron Scimitar [4lbs] (30gp)
+1(armor) Quickdraw Spiked Shield, Light [11 lbs] (1209gp)
Longbow [3 lbs]
20 Arrows [3 lbs]
Rations, Trail (1 Day) [1 lbs]
Waterskin [4 lbs]
Backpack [2 lbs]
Bedroll [5 lbs]
Blanket, Winter [3 lbs]
Reinforced Cloth Scarf [1 lb]
Flint and Steel
Lantern, Waterproof [1lb]
Oil, Lamp [1lb]
Potion of Cure Light Wounds
Rostland Swordlord's Signet Ring on a necklace.
71/76lbs

The Duchess (Heavy Combat Trained Horse) (300gp)
Saddlepack
Rations x9
Waterskin x2
Small Tent

Money
PP: 59
GP: 6
SP: 9
CP: 9


Appearance/Personality:
Lukan is a hardened soldier through and through. He is gruff, to the point, and tactless. While probably once handsome in appearance, one of his blue eyes, although still in-tact, is hidden behind a large sword wound that cuts across his face. His demeanor, attitude, scarring, and complete focus on an unknown goal seem to diminish any charisma he may once have had. His black hair is unkempt and has not been trimmed in some time. His boots are covered in mud. His clothes stained with dirt. It seems as if travel has consumed him. But even in his condition, Lukan carries his head high on his broad shoulders. One unique piece of gear stands out above the rest. His neck is sheathed in a very well kept crimson scarf.

Burdened with gear, he does not have a very large frame that you would expect him to have. Underneath his dark cloak he wears scale male. A light, spiked shield is slung across his back and beneath it a large backpack with a bedroll attached. In his hand he carries a longbow, and on his waste is a sheathed scimitar. While much of his body is covered, his biceps and forearms can be seen. His face and arms are heavily tanned. His muscles seemed to be honed for combat. Each step that he takes seems well-placed and maneuvered.

One glaring feature of Swaney stands out the most, and that is the way he looks at you. Easily confused with murderous intent, it is the look of a desperate man that will do anything he can to get what he desires. It appears as if a flame has been rekindled in his soul and he will do anything to keep it ablaze.


Background:
Lukan Swane was born to a prostitute in the slums of New Stetven. His mother, Maribel Swane was a favorite of a Rostland swordlord that frequented the establishment under hood of cloak, and it was his seed that was planted in Maribel's womb. Although Maribel had other ‘suitors’ she knew who’s child she carried. She was torn, unable to decide whether to keep this child or abort it like all the rest. Being pregnant hurt business, but this was a child of a prince. It’s one thing to stifle the blood line of a commoner, but an entirely different matter to stifle a royal bloodline. One night as she was once again visited by the lord, she stole his signet ring. She knew no one would believe she carried his child, but at least she could give her child some hope, some symbol of his lineage.

Maribel continued her work until her pregnancy began to show. Saving what coin she could, she set out to Restov in hopes to start anew, find a husband, and raise her prince. She accomplished all that she set forth and married a local guard. He raised Lukan as his own, teaching him the ways of the sword and shield. Lukan’s childhood was a normal, save one small whisper. A whisper that continued to be heard in his ear anytime he was alone with his mother. “You are a prince. It is your destiny to rise up in glory.”

All it took were these whispers for Lukan to truly believe his birthright. He practiced hard and long with his father, for he knew he stood no chance in politics, the clergy, arcane studies, or even mercantile endeavors. He knew his body was strong and willing to fight. Honor, prestige, and glory would be his, through feats of strength and combat. There was only one place he could accomplish this within his homelands. That was with Restov’s ninth regiment.

The ninth regiment was renowned for its exploits in the stolen lands. Many of its commanders had begun as mere foot soldiers elevated to that position through countless battles. Battles that ended the lives of many less-hardened men, and weaker commanders sent from elsewhere. For the men in the ninth, life is short, but glorious. A few of the ninth’s commanders that have survived were often elevated in position to serve Rostland's swordlords. This was Lukan’s goal.

On his sixteenth birthday, he was easily sworn into the ranks of the ninth. Volunteers are rare. The ninth finds many of its bodies through conscription. Volunteering to serve in the ninth brings great glory, but it leaves many questioning the volunteer’s sanity. Courage and insanity share many things in common, but Lukan is far from insane. Donning the crimson scarf of the ninth, he courageously fought many bandits and monsters - defending his home with honor. That was until the ninth was sent on a fool’s errand.

It was the ninth that showed the Restov sword lords that the stolen lands would be too costly to settle. The ninth regiment was sent to secure a small area west of the East Sellen River. It was here where they were slaughtered by the bandit lord of Pitax and his ‘armies.’ Only Swaney, as he had been nicknamed by his comrades in arms, and a handful of the ninth survived. Although badly injured, Lukan and what had become ‘his’ men of the ninth returned to New Stetven and informed the Rostland's swordlords what had happened. Three hundred men, men of the ninth, had been slaughtered. Lukan was given an honorable discharge from the ninth and received a commander’s reinforced crimson scarf for his gallantry in arms. His men were afforded the same. The ninth was never reformed.

Lukan returned to Restov empty handed. His dreams for glory were shattered. The ninth was his only chance. He joined his father as a city guard and watched his mother fall apart. Two years went by painfully slow as Lukan’s mother health faded. It seemed as if her dreams of seeing her son rise to glory were the only thing keeping the blood moving in her veins and as the dreams began to fade, so did the blood from her face. She died two years after the ninth’s defeat.

Swaney, as his comrades called him, continued to wear his crimson scarf while serving in the city guard. It was only a semblance of the glory he once had. He was 22 and a respected city guardsman with aspirations to the captain of the guard when he received the charter to journey into the stolen lands and serve the swordlords of Rostland. It was his second chance, a chance that could not be turned away.


Possible Progression:

3 Weapon Focus (Scimitar)
4 Step Up [DEX]
5 Combat Reflexes
6. Improved Two-Weapon Fighting
7. Shield Slam
8 Improved Bull Rush[STR]
9 Greater Bull Rush
10 Improved Critical [Scimitar]
11 Shield Master
12 Critical Focus [STR]
13 Staggering Critical
14 Double Slice
15 Two-Weapon Rend
16 [STR]
17
18
19
20 [STR]