Iva’n Quinn, level 8 Human, Barbarian Build: Rageblood Barbarian Feral Might: Rageblood Vigor
FINAL ABILITY SCORES: Str 22, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 11.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES: Str 18, Con 14, Dex 10, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 11. AC: 20 Fort: 25 Reflex: 18 Will: 17 HP: 78 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 19
TRAINED SKILLS: Endurance +11, Perception +8, Athletics +14, Intimidate +9
UNTRAINED SKILLS: Acrobatics +3, Arcana +4, Bluff +4, Diplomacy +4, Dungeoneering +3, Heal +3, History +4, Insight +3, Nature +3, Religion +4, Stealth +3, Streetwise +4, Thievery +3
FEATS: Human: Toughness Level 1: Powerful Charge Level 2: Deadly Rage Level 4: Improved Rageblood Vigor Level 6: Rising Fury Level 8: Defensive Mobility
POWERS: Barbarian at-will 1: Howling Strike Barbarian at-will 1: Foe to Foe Bonus At-Will Power: Devastating Strike Barbarian encounter 1: Avalanche Strike Barbarian daily 1: Swift Panther Rage Barbarian utility 2: Primal Vitality Barbarian encounter 3: Blade Sweep Barbarian daily 5: Frost Wolf Rage Barbarian utility 6: Combat Surge Barbarian encounter 7: Curtain of Steel
ITEMS: Battlecrazed Greatsword +2, Delver’s Hide Armor +2, Amulet of Resolution +2, Adventurer’s Kit
Born in the mountain ranges near the Great Sea, his people were one of the first to be conquered by the empire. For generations his people were used as slaves to the emperor. Known for their great skills in battle, the people of Cherez were ever at the forefront of the empire’s battle. The people of Cherez were naturally intimidating to look at. Bred for war, their size was a great factor in intimidating any army the empire faced. The greatest swordsman in Cherez, Iva’n rose quickly in the ranks of the empire. Unlike his brothers in arms, Iva’n detested the endless days of war. Still, he was good at it. He was one of the best. He did what he did to survive. He always followed orders. No matter how much he hated them.
It was in the tournament of Champions, that he caught emperor Saif’s eye. The tournament happened once every 5 years. A way to distinguish the greatest fighters in the empire, the champion won a 100 gold pieces, and the right to be the Emperor’s champion. Many entered for the honor and glory such a position would grant them. At the age of 20 Iva’n entered for food. Needing the money to provide for his family, Iva’n cared nothing for the glory of the position.
Having already fought in a few battles, his skills were widely known. All the contestants entered the grounds at the same time. The last one to leave on his own two feet, would win the day. Foe after foe he defeated. After nearly 3 hours of fighting his arms hurt from swinging his massive greatsword. Seeing the carnage around him, Iva’n was appalled at the amount of bodies that lay dead. Nearly a 100 men had entered the tournament. Thinking he was the last man standing, he slowly lowered his sword. Years of training with his father had honed his skills, and like a sixth sense, he heard the whistle of a blade aimed at his head. Diving to the ground, he rolled forward and come face to face with his oppenent. Standing before him was the current champion….Endar.
Though not of Cherez descent, Endar stood a full 7’0”. One of the largest men Iva’n had ever faced, his strength and speed were freakish. Garbed in black leather, the black man was completely bald. With bright red eyes, and tatoos covering his face, he looked more demon then man. He grinned at Iva’n and then attacked. Unable to attack, it was all Iva’n could do to block the speed of the man’s assault. Whereas Iva’n bled from numerous cuts, the black man lacked even a nick on his skin. Already weary from the hours of fighting, the loss of blood began to sap the rest of Iva’n’s strength. After blocking a powerful blow, Iva’n fell to his knees, his massive greatsword lay broken. Endar laughed at his oppenents misfortune. With a casual flick of his wrist, he twirled sword in his hands, causing the crowd to awe in pleasure.
As Endar prepared for the killing blow, Iva’n remembered his family. His death would would force them to a life of famine. His father and 3 brothers lay dead in one of the many battlefields that riddled the empire. His lone surviving brother had been sent home after losing an eye and his sword arm. His own wife lay in bed, with a child on his way. He was the last hope for their survival. He couldnt die. Not yet. Summoning strength and will he didnt know he had, Iva’n rolled under the blow meant to severe his head. Rising to his feet, he struck Endar across the face, briefly knocking the bigger man back. Unleashing years of rage and bitterness on his enemy, Iva’n landed blow after blow, never giving Endar a chance to react. With one hand he grabbed Endar by the throat, and lifted his huge body off the ground. Throwing him to the floor, he grabbed the man’s sword arm and broke it. His rage finally freed, Iva’n did not use the sword that was now available to him. He instead climbed onto the man’s chest, and continued to hit him with massive punches. Endar tried to fight back, but such was the rage of the smaller man, that he felt no pain. Finally unable to raise his hand, the panting Iva’n stopped. Looking down at Endar’s face, he knew the man was dead. Blood poured over Endar’s black skin. His head had been cracked in numerous places. Shocked at what his rage had done, Iva’n got up. It was then that he heard the thunderous roar from the crowd. Every man chanted his name. Unsure how he was able to move, he willed his body to the gate. With a final inhuman effort, he crossed the exit line. He had won. His family would survive.