The Wolf

Donnavin Snowolf by Herman Lau.

Donnavin Snowolf

A Garic's City Hero: Donnavin Snowolf

Human Barbarian 2/Ranger 5

Str: 14 +2

Dex: 14 +2

Con: 14 +2

Wis: 10 +0

Int: 11 +0

Cha: 16 +3

Skills:

Skill Ranks Ability Other Total
Climb +5 +2 n/a +7
Bowyer/Fletcher +3 +0 n/a +3
Handle Animal +7 +3 +2 +12
Heal +4 +0 n/a +4
Hide +6 +2 n/a +8
Intimidate +2 +3 n/a +5
Jump +3 +2 n/a +5
Listen +4 +0 n/a +4
Move Silently +1 +2 n/a +3
Search +1 +0 n/a +1
Move Silently +4 +0 n/a +6
Search +2 +0 n/a +2
Spot +6 +0 n/a +6
Survival +10 +0 +3 +13

Picture by Herman Lau

Feats:

Track
Endurance
Exotic Weapon Prof: Bastard Sword.
Skill Focus: Survival
Rage: 1/Day
Fast Movement: +10
Uncanny Dodge: Dex bonus to AC

Two Weapon Fighting (Light Armor Only)
Favored Enemy: Goblinoids (+2)

Hp:55

Fort Ref Will
+9 +6 +1

Possessions

Arms and Armor
Bastard Sword
Short Bow
Dagger
Masterwork Chain Shirt
Studded Leather
Extras
Monsterous Centipede Head
1 potion Moderate Healing
Reversable White/Grey winter cloak
Silver Sword Adventurer's Guild pin
1 Vial antitoxin


Donnavin's Story

Far to the North in lands covered almost always in snow a friendly sect of people reside in near anonymity. Scattered acrossed the white landscape in small villages and bands they hunt during the winter, and take advantage of the average one and a half months of melted snow to let their meager herd graze, letting them roam wild in the more southern lands during the harshest months of winter. Most of these people stay in their walled in villages, which keep out strangers and most animals. Usually tall and fair haired but tanned from the sun reflecting off the snow they are by majority a handsom people.

Historically they are not so praiseworthy. Ages ago, long forgotten by the people who keep no books, the Mountain People worshipped a demon queen. Kind in her own way, beligerant against those who opposed her. She showered the people with unholy strength and power. But in return they slaughtered all who trespassed in her realm, which she so jealously sought to protect out of greed and hate. Long ago she was cast out of hell for obedience to only herself, her beautiful body was taken and she was forced into a new, hideous visage. She locked herself away in the deep icy caves, her deformed arachnid body to horrible, to her, to show to her beautiful people. However she could not stay alone for long. A prominent half-demon strode into the North Lands one evening, and did not stride out. As a result the hell-demons leaked information to a band of holy paladins of the demon queen and her atrocities. In a pitched battle the Queen was forced deeper into the mountain side and the Mountain people renounced her.

Ages later, brooding and bitter the Queen emerged, and sought her children, now prejudiced and hated by many peoples. But they refused her, having taken on the characteristics of noble animals they came to revear as fellows and allies. This was pain for her, because she had loved her people the way many demons can not. In her rage and despair she lead a band of vile men, members of the Eternal Flame, to burn down the villages. They came in the night, disguised as merchants seeking shelter from a raging blizzard. Then they attacked as the Demon Queen had planned. But she had no love for those who worshiped other evils than her, and she fed the unholy strength into a few of the villagers, whetting their appetite and allowing not only the village but the riders to be decimated. Those who survived were cowed into the service of the queen. Except Donnavin, who fled the moutains south, still filled with the unholy rage. Driven to escape it and repossess the nobility of the wolves which his village modeled themselves after Donnavin fled from town to town, seeking information about the riders that sacked his village. He has arrived in Garic's, looking again for a foothold onto the men that destroyed his past.

Donnavin stands Six feet two inches. His hair is long and light brown, it comes down to his his knees and was recently braided by a friendly hermetess, now his mate, named Moncha. His features are distinct, sometimes mistaken for half elven as his eyes are wide and narrow, his nose thin and cheek bones of medium heigth. While he know nothing of his history the concept of survivng family, no matter how distant, is a joy to him. The Sword he carries is one of the Eternal Flame's bastard swords that he got from a man who's neck he broke when possessed, and the only link he has to the men that sacked his home. His short bow and arrows were made by him, and his elk horn dagger was a gift from his mother. His fine boots are stiff travelers wear, not like the majority of the village's shoes, they were a gift for particular bravery against a rampaging bear. His chain mail shirt is light and has a silver wolf attatched to the front, and his reversable white/grey wool cloak is held together with his membership pin of the Silver Sword. While seperately these are very asthetically pleasing items, together they appear someone patchwork, so Donnavin usually wears his cloak over the cloths.


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