I lost my home, I lost my family. I gained the power to exact revenge.
STR 12: MOD +1
DEX 16: MOD +3
CON 13: MOD +2
INT 10: MOD 0
WIS 16: MOD +3
Cha 08: MOD -1
Speed 25 Ft
Common, Halfling, Elven
Longbow 1d20+3, 1d8+1, Piercing
Dagger 1d20+3, 1d4+1 Piercing
Whip 1d20+3, 1d4, Slashing
Lucky, Retry any attack, ability or save throw if I get a 1
Brave, Advantage on saving throws when frightened
Halfling Nimbleness, Match speeds of any humanoid
Athletics, Nature, Survival, Perception, Stealth, Animal Handling
Light Armor, Medium Armor, Shields, Climbers Kit, Land Mounts, Navigators Tools, Simple Weapons, Martial Weapons
Save DC 8+3
FEATS [WHEN I REACH LEVEL 4]
Dual Wielder, Master Archery
3 L1 Spell Slots [WHEN I REACH LELEL 3]
PREPARED SPELLS [WHEN I REACH LEVEL 3]
Cure Wounds, 2d8+2 healing for person I touch
Detect Magic, Sense Magic Within 25 Ft
Hail of Thorns, Fired With Arrow, 1d10 Piercing Damage
Hazel Brown Eyes, Fleck of Lively Green, Eyes that have seen many tragedies, Eyes that have experienced joy, eyes that betray a bittersweet life.
Wavy Brown Hair, Silky to the touch
Slim Athletic Build.
Talking Wedge Tailed Eagle
Vision 50 Ft
Able to fly
See in darkness
Able to communicate some form of message by looking into Corrin’s Eyes
250.5 GP, 125 Silver 224 CP
Corrin Goodhill was a happy little hobbit who lived with his family under the blessings of Yondalla, god of the home and family. His father ran a caravan and could only occasionally visit, but always wrote letters to young Corrin and sent money and trinkets home from his worldly travels. But no matter what he was always home for christmas. It was that families special time that they always had together. Corrin’s mum happily tended the small vegetable gardens behind their little hobbit hole. What set them apart the most though, was Corrins Companion, Gyro. She was a beautiful Talking Wedge Tailed Eagle that accompanied Corrin on all of his escapades with his friends. They are closer than you or I could ever immagine, able to understand what the other was thinking just by looking into eachothers eyes. Gyro’s keen vision, even in darkness was also quite an advantage in games of hide and seek.
Then one day tragedy struck, their village was overrun by goblins. Thilfy heaving skumbags who dragged the women, the children, the old and the young to fires to be roasted on spits. He watched helplessly as Gyro led him to safety, with his mother’s screams heard over all the other lost souls.
A wood elf by the name of Darofen found him a week later, tired, scared, hungry and guarded by a vicious eagle. He eventually calmed Gyro down and took Corrin in as his own, though it wasnt until weeks later that he spoke even one word. He taught him the ways of the Hunter and aided him in achieving the lightfootedness of the elves. Combined with his peoples tendency to move silently he could become practically invisible to all but the highly trained eye.
But he remembered that day unlike any other and swore he would exact vengeance until his last breath.
His father thinks him dead. Though he will occasionally pass through Stengard Marches
Too focused on revenge to enjoy the company of women, though many halfling women wouldnt mind his company
KILL ALL GOBLINS