Michael Wittman
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PC Name "Sargent" Michael Wittman
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Player NameG. Shane Powell
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Email AddressTexsoroban
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CampaignAgents of the Fist
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RaceHalfling
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Age20
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Height3'
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Weight28lbs
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Base Speed20
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DeityNone defined
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AlignmentNeutral good
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Level10
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Experience123900/155000
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ClassesRogue
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Hero Points8
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LanguagesCommon Spoken By: Humans and the other core races
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Halfling Spoken By: Halflings
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Goblin spoken by goblins, orcs, hobgoblins and bugbears
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Appearance
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Michael is a slightly short, slight male Halfling. He is handsome in a forgettable sort of way, a trait he cultivates by dressing in neutral tones that drab him out. He has light brown hair and eyes that seem to switch between green and blue. He is happy and outgoing among friends, but when on the job he adopts a quiet stillness that is hard to believe, he just seems to fade into the background, a non-person that you can’t remember ever seeing. When he moves it is with a quick economy of motion, over almost before it began or with a slow delberance that takes forever. He speaks naturally with a slight strange accent, but works hard to adapt his speaking patterns to whatever place he happens to be at.
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Personality
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Michael(Arbit) is a very conflicted young halfling. He loves to bang. But at the same time he hates to hurt some people, but doesn't mind hurting others. Hes worried that this horror he feels when innocent folk get it is some kind of weakness, and that he must be damaged in some way. The fact is he was raised in a lawful evil society, but he is basically a good person at heart. He likes to sing, and is very blunt spoken about things. that's not to say he can't play a role and act differently, it's just that he dosen't feel the need to watch his tounge around friends. this was who he was. of late his personality is coming out. without the threat of losing himself to a heartseed, his naturally happy, outgoing fun loving personality is coming about.
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Family
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Michael orginal family was never known to him. the "cell" that raised him in their failed attempt to infiltrate Aisildur as part of a crime syndicate, showed him little in the way of love and kindness, but the harshness of the situation demaned sternness.
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History
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20 years ago a merchant ship called "Money for Nothing" caught sight of smoke on the horizon. Being as the ship was far out to sea and far from any islands, the captain surmised that it must be a ship in distress. The ship changed course slightly towards the smoke and eventually came upon the remains of a large naval engagement. Or as he put it; "A muthering great battle" the bodies of Halflings, Orcs, Elves and Men filled the water and three ships had burnt down to the water line. Large blocks of ice, wood splintered into matchsticks and other signs pointed to the use of powerful magic in the battle. The only survivor was a small Halfling babe, barely 2 months old, wrapped in homespun in a bassinet in the bottom of a lifeboat. The body of a Halfling woman in mage robes was in the boat with him, her throat torn out by a ballista bolt. There was no evidence of where they came from, who they were, and who attacked them or anything. Even the Orcs had no tribal markings on them. . The captain took the child aboard and had the ships surgeon look after him. They fed him on goats milk, one of the nannies has birthed a kid just the day before.

When the ship finally made land fall in Arlowe, the captain, who worked for Gaaf imports who owned the ship, brought the child to the owner, Joachim Gaaf who was called Adolf Gaaf here. Although the city was a port town the local Therocracy had very little to do with demi-humans. No demi-humans had inhabited the city for many years, and few ever visited. Joachim was the field commander of a crime organization bent on "opening" Aisildur up to several very powerful crime families. They named the child Arbit Macthfrei. During his years there he learned all of the skills a proper rogue would know, his keepers taught him well. It was all a pipe dream though. The Heartseeds, which every adult in the town had implanted in them, destroyed all desire for vice, and the secret police were viscous in their persecution of any not wholly subservient to the God Ga'al. in the 15 years he stayed there, they moved location no less than 20 times. The 21st time was the charm . One night, shortly after his 15th birthday the safe house was raided and the "family" he was living with died in a short hot conflict with the secret police. As part of an escape plan, Arbit had a potion of Alter self. He drank it and took the form of a 6 year old human child. As he was marched away he saw the "veils of blood wrapped tightly around the hearts of the only family he had ever known. when the police took him and the other children to the state run orphanage, Arbit took this opportunity to escape. He lived on the streets, always moving, trying to mix in with the poor souls whom the Heartseed had not taken properly, the Slaags. He knew, without a doubt that one day they would catch him, and he would be forced to take the Heartseed as well. He did learn some things though. The Slaags were insane, but also talented in many ways. Many times he avoided capture only because a Slaag warned him, sometimes several hours before the priests would show up. An old Slaag, too broken down and old to really fend for himself became Arbits protector or a sort, and Arbit in return kept the Slaag fed and took care of him. In a society where everyone is part of a Domineering god, theft is not an issue, so Arbit was always able to snag enough food to keep them alive. The priests, police and all the heartseeded people avoided the Slaags like the plague, neither persecuting them nor helping them in any way. It was almost like they didn't exist. When Arbit was 17 the old Slaag, Arbit never knew his name, called him to him. His eyes glowed with a strage light, he seemed to fill the room with his emaciated form. He looked at Arbit, with eyes too clear and too powerful to be the old man he had taken after these few years. The Slaag spoke. "Arbit. I'm dying. I'm clear though, for the first time since this damned thing was put in my chest. what's more I ken it's power. I want to thank you for watching out for me for so long. Do you wish to leave this place? Michael nodded yes. The old man seemed to float to a door in the hovel in which they lived. he touched it, and it began to glow with a pale blue light. "Open the door Arbit, step through and be reborn, don't look back till the door is closed, and follow your heart, not the heart of a seed. Michael asked, "what is your name old man, for I would rember you as my savior." With a sad smile the old man replied, "I do not know, it was taken from me so very long ago." Nodding, he shook the old Slaags hand opened the door and walked through. He closed his eyes and did not open them till he heard the door shur behind him. when he opened his eyes he was in a dark deep wood, with dappled sunlight streaming through the trees. He had only seen pictures of trees and nature before. He was awed and humbled by the beauty, curious and inquisitive about the place and totally unafraid. foolish perhaps, but he knew no better. Arbit....No the old man said I was reborn, I'm Michael, Michael Wittman now. Arbit died coming through that door. He wandered around that forest for what seemed like a few weeks, food was plentiful and nothing bothered him. When he finally came out it was near the Tears of the Wood inn. He later found out that he had been in the woods for over a long time. He had new class level and a rank in survival, to show for it. The Mailed Fist outpost was close by, so Michael joined up
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Representative Sayings
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I really hate Will o' wisps.
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