Character Name	Furl Took	Eye Color	Brown			Might	45
Alias		Hair Color	Brown			Agility	32
Player Name		Height	4'			Wisdom	28
Race	Halfling, Stout	Weight	94			Psyche	40
Occupation	Dragonslayer	Age	29			Constitution	62
Guild		Gender	Male	Max DP	117	Fighting	39
Alignment	Neutral	Natural Abilities		Max SP	56	Dexterity	30
Power Category	Dark					Armor	0
Level	8					Damage Bonus	9
Native Language	Common
Skills	Level	Rating	Spells	Level	Time	Duration	Damage
Staff	1	44	Veschiul's Shadowbolt	3
Leatherworking	2	40	Disease	3
Crossbow	1	35	Bergil's Fire Bolt	5
Cartography	1	33	Whisper's Acid Glob	4
Boxing	4	70
Basic Melee	0	23
Con	3	43
Throwing	2	40
Ventriloquism	3	43
Metalworking	1	35
Weapon Creation/Repair	1	35
Basic Tool Use	0	39
Brewing	2	38
Pole Arms	6	90
Club/Ax	5	80
Advantages			Disadvantages
Toughness-3			Short Fuse
Rapid Healing-3			Sadistic
Weapons		Damage	Items	A.R.	Weight	Area/Notes
Ex. Beaked Axe		13	White Dragon Skin Vest (dirty)
Battle Hammer		15	Blacksmith Kit
Heavy Crossbow		12	Leather Jerkin	10		1-3
			Armband of Armoring: ARM +3
Description			Background
Furl is surprisingly crude for a Halfling. He is mean, dirty, cruel, arrogant, and foul-mouthed. His dragonskin armor and leather jerkin are stained from the oversized chaw of tobacco that is stuffed in his cheek, which he spits with uncanny accuracy in any direction. His small size belies his raw courage, as he completely lacks his race's normal timidness. It takes very little to provoke him to violence, and he has proven to be a match for opponents many times his size. He takes a grim, almost sadistic pleasure in his work.			Born in the quiet village of Underhill, Furl's early tendency towards violence was unsettling to the quiet, peaceful town. At first, it was determined that Furl had merely picked up his family's taste for adventure and excitement, and he was for the most part tolerated. Furl paid particular attention to childhood stories of dragons and other large monsters, and the wheels began turning early in his mind on how he could join the ranks of the dragonslayers that he so admired. In his adolescence, he began to hang out with some neighboring Derro Dwarves, and their violent and crude influence proved to be too much for his village, and his family was forced to drum him out of town. Furl actually didn't mind too much, as he felt the peaceful Halflings were trying to stifle his dreams of bringing down dragons. A close shave with a young White Dragon gave him his first victory, and increased his confidence and arrogance.