[hider=Chip Snowdryft, Ranger Extraordinaire][color=#7ea7d8][CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200926/41a22dcf97b02620e31f81de42c4f260.png[/img] [color=gray][sub][i]“Chip Snowdryft: legendary archer, walker of horizons, defender of the mortal realm...and soggy boots haver.”[/i][/sub][/color][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oOZOYtD.png[/img] [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][COLOR=SILVER]Chip Snowdryft [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 24 [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Male [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Lightfoot Halfling [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] Neutral Good [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Ranger, Horizon Walker [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Outlander [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/COLOR][/sub][/center] [hider=][indent][sub][b]▼ A T T R I B U T E S[/b][/SUB] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER]► [B]Perception[/B] ► [B]Survival[/B] ► [B]Nature[/B] ► [B]Athletics[/B] ► [B]Stealth[/B][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [hider=][indent][sub][b]▼ I N V E N T O R Y[/b][/sub] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Armor[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Snowdrfyt wraps himself in many layers to protect himself from blade and cold alike. His outermost is a cloak of animal furs, thick and heavy. Underneath lies a set of well-worn leather armor, reinforced with iron studs and bearing the mark of his conclave on the right shoulder pad. Everything Chip wears is dyed white to blend in with the snow. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Weapons[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - As part of his induction into his enclave, Chip was given a pair of curved shortswords with runes written into the blades and hilts carved of ram horn. He carries a Duskwood shortbow as well, though its better at killing birds and hares than men. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Coinpurse[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - His coinpurse is always light, even after a long day's work. The conclave takes a portion from all of his earnings as 'tithe.' [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Misc. Items[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Aside from the usual belonging's one would find in an explorer's pack, Chip keeps smaller kits for climbing rough terrain, starting fires, trapping and skinning game, and mixing poisons. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b][sub]P E R S O N A L C H A R A C T E R[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][indent][i]In the northernmost reaches of the far north lies a cold, unyielding frontier. Its tundras lack for life, its people are rough and bitter, and its settlements are poor as dirt. One of the largest remaining settlements is a place called Far Hearth, populated by a handful of human tribes and halfling clans too stubborn to die and too stupid to leave. The largest of these halfling clans are the Snowdryfts, whose fiftieth member was a young lad they named Chip. Chip was born with a rare ailment, arcane in nature, that perplexed and befuddled the local healers. It would've- [i]should've[/i]- claimed him, if it hadn't been for his mother's tenacity. By sheer force of will she kept Chip alive long enough to carry him many miles to a mountain shrine where a conclave of rangers was said to congregate. The cold took her on the steps of their temple, but the rangers managed to get to the boy in time to see him live. He was raised as one of their own, inducted into their holy order as soon as he was old enough to walk. They taught Chip of their conclave's ancient traditions, otherworldly powers, and terrible purpose: to defend the mortal realm from extra-planar entities that would see it brought to ruin. It was a daunting task, and the tools they offered him were woefully insufficient, but he was made to make do. Chip served as apprentice to Odegrim, a dwarven senior ranger with a sour disposition and little patience for the boy's antics. The two were never friends, though Chip appreciated any company during those long treks through the dark wastes; even if all all Odegrim did was grunt and complain. [/i][/indent][/color] [b][sub]F A V O R[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][INDENT][i]The time had come for Chip to earn his right to be a full-fledged ranger. The master he'd been apprenticing under the last few years would assign him a target to track, hunt and neutralize. Whether out of overwhelming confidence in his student's ability or a desire to get rid of him, Odegrim found a hag that'd recently made her home outside of a minor company town at the base of a mountain. Given a few months she'd likely have a full coven established, and she'd soon become a terror upon the whole region. It was an important threat that needed to be dealt with quickly, but one fledgling ranger was little match for a hag. Enter Ordrin Entheys, the man who had everything. What the merchant was doing so far north Chip couldn't say, but he was glad for his presence nonetheless. Ordrin was able to procure a number of items such a hag might want, and he offered to give them to Chip in exchange for a later favor; the halfling was loath to owe anyone anything, yet with no other real options he accepted. With a bag full of exotic items in hand and a few honeyed words, Chip managed to convince the hag to move her coven southward, with promises of further help from Entheys's friends in the future. [/i] [/INDENT][/color] [/cell][/row][/table] [/COLOR] [/hider]