Name: Jack Hammer
Race: Half StoneChild, Half Orc.
Gender: Male
Height: 8 Feet 8 Inches
Weight: 350 Pounds
Eyes: Black
Hair: None
Skin tone: various shades of mottled greys & blacks, like stone, with Pale Grey-Green highlights.
Age: 78
Adult 40, Middle 250, Old 366, Venerable 500, Max 5,200 years
Jack is an Adept.
An Adept is like a Sorcerer, only not as powerfull.
Jack didn't do a good job of training himself for his role in life.
Where Adepts value Charisma, Intelligence, Constitution, Wisdom, Dexterity then Strength to function,
Jack applied himself to Charisma, Constitution, Strength, Dexterity, Wisdom then Intelligence.
Jack has a Familiar.
Jack's Familiar is a Cow.
The Cow's name is Professor Peabody.
When Jack is happy, he simply calls him "Prof".
When Jack is irritated, he calls him "Mister SmartyPants", or even "SmartA3".
Professor Peabody is an actual Professor.
He has multiple PhD's in more topics than you could listen to in your lifetime.
He knows every Language ever spoken, written, grunted, thought of, or spat out by any living being ever.
He's forgotten spells Jack isn't smart enough to even realize could be possible.
He could, if he desired, make Jack his B5.
Jack doesn't know this for sure, and that's the way Peabody likes it.
It makes him feel smug.
Dwarves consider StoneChildren their racial brothers.
Cows consider them as mobile scratching posts.
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Class: Adept (essentially a Sorcerer)
Favoured Class: Barbarian or Fighter
Level: +4(LA), 1st
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Trithereon
Title: The Summoner
Home plane: Olympian Glades of Arborea
Power level: Intermediate
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Portfolio: Individuality, Liberty, Retribution, Self-Defense
Domains: Chaos, Good, Liberation, Summoner.
Superior: none
His Holy symbol is the Rune of Pursuit, which resembles the triskelion (a symbol resembling a three-armed fylfot/swastika).
Trithereon is depicted as a young man with red-gold hair, tall and well-built, wearing a chainmail shirt with clothes of blue or violet.
He is armed with three magic weapons: a sword named Freedom's Tongue; a spear called Krelestro, the Harbinger of Doom; and a scepter known as the Baton of Retribution.
Jack's Stuff:
Armor & Shield: None.
Adepts aren't proficient with them anyway.
Melee Weapon: "Binky, the Bonk-Squeak-A-Shovel of Doom!", 2d6 +(Str), 19-20 x4, 32 Pounds, Bludgeoning/Slashing
Ranged Weapon: Golf, Baseball, Catapult, or Hammer Throw. See Magic Stone.
He either picks up a normal rock or casts Magic Stone to function as the ammunition.
Using either a classic Golf swing, a Baseball swing, an overhand Catapult action, or a spinning in place Hammer Throw motion, he sends the rock/stone on it's way.
When he's feeling feisty, he casts a spell on it first to give it that added extra punch.
If he's feeling like being an a7, he scoops up a shovel full of cow poop instead.
Nothing says "Go Away!" like a flaming mound of cow s4 impacting your chest then triggering a Delayed Blast Fireball.
Peabody rarely enters combat, but when he does, he tends to end the battle quickly with a spinning round-house udder-slap upside the head, a ninja-like backflip away, landing in a martial arts pose with a high pitched Bruce Lee noise.
Jack never sees this happen, and thinks all the fights he's won were of his superior magical talents.
This is as Peabody likes it.
It makes him feel smug.
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