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Kobold (Blue)20: Male: Rogue / PaladinArchetype: Arcane TricksterStr 13 (15 - 2 Kobold Bonus)Dex 20 (18 + 2 Kobold Bonus)Con 10Int 13Wis 13Cha 13: Meek and shy, unusually so for a kobold, and not in a way necessarily begetting of groveling. Softspoken to the point that he is easily pushed aside in a conversation, and is usually like that unless speaking or doing something that he feels strongly about.: 3'4", all colors are rather muted and dull.Eye Color: Dark Blue (Iris), Icy Blue (Schlera)Scale Color: Dark BlueA matchlock arquebus equipped with a loading breech and cavalry sling . This firearm was created for hunting rather than combat, but the accessible loading gate is a great boon to reloading in the heat of battle. The large caliber for big game hunting translates pretty well to chopping down big folks too. It was... 'acquired' before Aandroek was taught that stealing was wrong. He'll pay that guy back some day. So lucky that the lock plate was made for a left-handed shooter!A short spring steel backsword with a silvered edge, worn across the back and stowed with the accompanying buckler. Also known as ain the land it originates from. The spring steel that the blade is made out of is hard enough that it won't bend or wobble during combat, but soft enough that potentially sword-shattering blows to the blade itself won't destroy it. Despite appearances, this predecessor of the Rapier is wielded more akin to a one-handed longsword, and is lighter than either so as to be carried casually in every day travel.A small center-grip steel shield stowed on the back with the Schnepf. Absolutely essential for the style of sword and buckler swordsmanship that Aandroek is trained in.A heavy spear used in a couched position from horse (or spider)-back. He doesn't use it much, but... he's a knight, right? Knights have those.Venom harvested from his pet Giant Wolf Spider, Pietr. A very deadly poison to enemies not prepared for it. Usually carries 1-3 doses per day.A modified, recycled protective gambeson with a hood and tail covering sewn on. Stitches are visible in some places where internal layers were removed and replaced after being damaged. The thickness of the cloth is also super cozy.It by the way does not impede his stealth. Screw whatever the sourcebooks say, gambesons are quieter than nonsensical fantasy leather armor and are nowhere near as restrictively thick as people think they are. Mechanically it acts as Studded Leather. Which on a historical note by the way, ew. Leg-Hold Traps with razor sharp teeth, about two feet across in diameter each. Just because he was raised in human society doesn't mean he doesn't have the same propensity for traps that other Kobolds do. I guess it could be said that he is still subject to his race'sA small kit of lockpicks, a handheld mirror, a crowbar, and another few small things that could help him break into the home of one of his quarries. His uh, evil quarries, of course....which he primarily uses to harvest poison from his pet spider. He can try to create other poisons, but it's far from the most developed part of his skill set.+No Disadvantage on Attack Rolls in broad daylightHaving been raised for a big part of his life on the surface, Aandroek has grown out partly of his sensitivity to sunlight.Pietr the Giant Wolf SpiderA Giant Wolf Spider that Aandroek had raised from an egg, given to him by his professors at Pintail University as part of a school project. How could such a huge spider grow from an egg so quickly you ask...?Aandroek spent most of his early life as what some would call a slave. Every day he would do things he didn't want, and every day he would still get beaten for it. His masters separated him from his tribe at a young age, and he was sold to another master far away from them following what was perceived as a slight of disobedience that rendered him untrustworthy to his new master.His only respite was in the short rests after his work, where some of the older slaves would pass around stories to their younger counterparts to ease their pain. Among these, his favorites by far were the ones about magic and heroism. Noble Paladins atop shining white steeds driving away the darkness and being a beacon of hope for all whom saw them except the evils that they felled... those were nice. Even if it was only in his mind, just for the moments that he was listening to those stories,was one of those heroes. Every night the light in those dreams of his would drown out the sounds of the whips and chains around him, giving him the slightest bit of hope, however unrealistic, that somewhere out there that light was real. One day maybe it would come to them and set them all free.Or, maybe, one day he would be the one to bring it to them. He tried in his own little ways to make it show up in little amounts; he knew better than to speak back at master again, but he would help other slaves wherever he could, trying to make their lives just a little bit easier. He prayed to that light in the same way that others did to the gods, that if he just stayed strong, he and everyone would get out of there and finally live their lives.His prayers were answered one day when the Dragonborn woman that would come to become his adoptive mother bought him from slavery, telling him that something strange had almost compelled her to buy him. Ostensibly she was going to use him as a servant, but effectively, she wanted someone to replace the loss of her own son. At the ripe old age of 14, Aandroek, finally, walked free.Now, despite all of his wanting to be like the heroes in those stories, he didn't actually know how to act on it. His new adoptive mother, Mara Vander Vliet, was essentially an ex-Paladin, and, she didn't happen to just be in the part of town with a slave market just because of a holy mission. This woman was a thief, an Arcane Trickster in fact, and spent much of her time still continuing her sinful path in which she pulled Aandroek along. Through her Aandroek learned the ways of the magical rogue... and something else. As much as it sort of hurt her to remember, she also taught him in the ways of the Paladin, as she knew how much that power fascinated him. Every lesson she gave him, something pulled at her heart and mind a little more.Aandroek's entry to her life had been a part of her slow redemption away from the path of crime. She knew bringing him up like this was wrong, and would probably land her new son right back into a holding cell where she had found him before. Not only that, but as Aandroek grew older and more acclimated to living on the outside, he came to understand that this life was too sinful for him as well, and was becoming more racked with guilt as time went on. Lying to him about being some sort of Robin Hood figure was working less and less. She didn't want to risk him turning on her or becoming angry at her for leading him away from the heroic path he told her he wanted for himself. And more, she didn't want him to lose that same light that she lost so long ago. What would happen if one day if she was captured?Which she was.Mara's luck ran out when she had stolen from the wrong nobleman whom turned out to be just too powerful to elude. They had both escaped, but they both knew that they wouldn't escape for long. She wanted to do it later, but it seemed it was time; Mara led Aandroek to a secret stash of stolen money that she had accrued over the years, and gave it to him, pointing south towards the Pintail University. It was time that he continued his path towards being the hero he wanted to be.Mara surrendered, and Aandroek fled. He was sad to see her leave his life, but he knew there was nothing he could do for her. He didn't know where this road would take him, but he knew that this would finally be the start of his life.And now his mission could begin.----------------- Whew! It has beentoo long since I've drawn something this big. This all took me working on and off for about two weeks... that'll teach me to let myself go out of practice. So yeah! Aandroek is back in a new campaign, and unlike what happend with him last time , I was actually using the proper source books! Aandroek has grown sort of into my "Golden Boy" when it comes to DnD. In the campaign he was in in 2017 and 2018 he was known as quite the cinnamon roll of a character. Sweet and kind and considerate of everybody around him. He was such a cinnamon bun in fact that when the Villain dared to be one of the few people that actually almost killed him, all the other players panicked and rushed to save him. One even flew into a (non-Barbarian) rage to save his buddy. Dungeons and Dragons is magical like that sometimes. You really grow to feel strongly about these characters because you wear their skin for years on end. I fell so much in love with this character that I just had to see him in a story again. Now what's left is to draw Kaspar 's little brother (whose another PC of mine) and Sequoia, my first ever DnD character that I've drawn partially but reeaalllyyy need to get around to finishing already. Template created by... .... by ... Ehe, I seem to have forgotten who made this. I'll post it up when I find out again.