Finnegan "Finn" Undertoe

"Hey, Fuck You Buddy"

Description:

Level 5 Halfling Fighter

Stats
Str – 13 +1
Dex – 17 +2
Con – 13 +1
Int – 16 +2
Wis – 9 0
Cha – 9 0

Damage – d10
Armor – 3
HP – 23

Alignment: Neutral – Defeat a Worthy Opponent
Racial Bonus: When you defy danger and use your small size to your advantage take +1

Special Moves
Starting Moves
Bend Bars, Lift Gates
Armored
Signature Weapon – Sword, Ornate in Appearance, Close Range, Perfectly Weighted (add precise), glows in the presence of challenging/stronger foes. Will come back to my hand when i say “fuck!”

Advanced Moves
Multiclass Dabbler – Wizard’s Cast Spell, Prepare Spell, and Spell Book.

Spellbook (the Sword Magor Vandl)

Merciless – +1d4 damage

Interrogator – replace str for cha when using threats of violence as leverage

Prepare Spells – Take one hour to prepare new spells of your choice from your spellbook whose total levels don’t exceed your own level+1. •  Prepare your cantrips which never count against your limit.

Cast a Spell

Spell List
Cantrips
Light
Unseen Servant (Ongoing)
Prestidigtation

1st Level
Contact Spirits
Magic Missile
Invisibility
Detect Magic

3rd Level
Mirror Image
Fireball!

Gear
Scale Armor (Weight 3, 2 Armor)
Anti-Toxin
6 Dungeon Rations
Poultices and Herbs
5 Gold
Healing Potion
Buckler
Now-Shiny-Former-Poo-Helm
Adventuring Gear 5 uses

Description:
As grizzled as a halfling can be, which isn’t very, cause… you know …they’re… halflings. Tanned, a couple of scars here and there, broad shouldered, but wiry, lean hard muscle that indicates speed and strength . WId shaggy black hair, that even full helms seem to have a hard time containing. A Jaw that often begs his opponent to take a swing at, and eyes with that small spark of insanity, that would lead someone to walk up to an orc three times his size, flip him off and headbutt him square in the nuts.

Bio:

Finn Undertoe… Well…the thing about Finn is….well he’s always liked a fight. Whether it was a school yard tussle over a halfling lass, roughing up local bullies who picked on him or his buddies, duels over women and honor, knight competitions, defending a caravan on a route or a duke who pissed off the wrong person. Even a bar room brawl that he really didn’t have to get involved with because it started across the bar from where he was sitting, or another bar entirely… across town…that happened the day before…last year.
I think what I’m trying to say is that Finn liked to fight. It doesn’t take much to get him started and to his credit he’s often the one to finish them. That is to say he was off the few fortunate to both like to fight, provoke fights, and be skilled enough in fighting to actually stay alive long enough that it was worth mentioning. Which was good for Finn, bad for anyone who insulted him, misjudged him, or he thought was a good enough challenge.
But in his rural town, of Hertfordshire, fighting and liking to fight, or rally anything that wasn’t in someway connected with the farming of turnips, cabbage and potatoes was seen as prone to getting in trouble. Even deciding to herd sheep was seen as questionable behavior warranting a talk with the local priest. In this scenario Finn needless to say got in trouble a lot, and during one if his various attempts at attempted reformation by his parents, teachers or community elders, was where he met Bim. Bim like Finn also liked to get in trouble, but his was of a different sort. What they soon found was that Bim’s trouble often led to the trouble Finn liked, and often was able to get Bim out of the trouble he’d rather avoid.
After this fated meeting, it wasn’t long until the two decided to strike out on their own/were asked politely to seek the fortunes elsewhere/were chased out if town by an angry mob after Bim borrowed a church artifact, then forgot and sold it to a traveling merchant and in trying to explain themselves, Finn may or may not have made the village constable Taylor“Keen Eyes” Burke, Taylor “One Eye” Burke aka Taylor “I’ll hang those little shits by their non-existent balls if I ever see them again” Burke. It all depends on who you ask.
Either way the two thought it prudent to strike out on their own. Which they did, and life became routine, or routine-esque. They would stroll into a town, BIm would go “sightseeing” and Finn would hit the bar or inn, or in rare occasions actually go sightseeing. Sometimes Bin would get into trouble, borrowing something, get chased yell “Hey Finn! Trouble!” and Finn would bail him out with a “The fuck did you get us into this time?!”. Sometimes Finn would get into trouble by fighting the wrong person, yell “Hey Bim, Trouble” and Bin would bail him out with a “The fuck did you get us into this time?!” . Occasionally, occasionally, no one would get in trouble, or they would leave right before they got into trouble. This happened when Bim found Finn’s F.U.B.. He never asked how he got it, but it is a marvelous blade. Expertly balanced, sized for a halfling or a dwarf. Precise, dangerous beautiful. Shimmering dark steel with gold inlay on the blade, a hilt with scrollwork, and a ruby the size of a small fist on the pommel. It quickly became Finn’s weapon of choice. Plus as a bonus it seemed to glow whenever there was someone around who could be a good fight. What could be better.

This went on for a few years, interspersed with the occasional mercenary or expedition hiring, gladiatorial competition or heist. Until they got to the current town. Started normally until the weird mage with the number for a name, the large explosion, and that prick with the full set of armor, who didn’t want to fight and was going on about heretics and blasphemies.

“The fuck did we get ourselves into this time?”

UPDATE:
_When Finn sliced the the fruit of light off the tree with his sword in Delwyn Roo, he felt something awaken in the sword, an unnatural warmth radiating from it. Not sure what it was at the moment, it was not until he reached camp that night that he had a chance inspect it. The heat seem concentrated in the jewel in the pommel of the sword. Inspecting it closer, he soon found himself very far away from camp, and instead in a great hall filled with what appeared to be the spirits of Halfling ancestors.

FINNEGAN UNDERTOE, YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE POWER OF MAGOR VANDL (the swordman’s staff) THE LAST REMAINING HEIRLOOM OF THE AUTH ISTARI A BROTHERHOOD OF HALFLING WARRIOR-WIZARDS. WE SENSE A GREAT POTENTIAL IN YOU. COMMUNE WITH US ON A DAILY BASIS AND YOU SHALL SOON HAVE THE ABILITY TO WARP REALITY AND BRING IT TO ITS KNEES WITH YOUR MIND AS EASILY AS YOU DO A FOE WITH YOUR BLADE.

“So blow shit up? Nice!”

Quiet fell across, the hall. The two eldest halflings turned to one another.

ARE YOU SURE THIS IS THE BEST THE MODERN WORLD HAS TO OFFER US?

…HE DOES POSSESS THE BLADE AND CORRECTLY UNTAPPED ITS POWER WITH THE FRUIT OF LIGHT

PERHAPS HE’LL BE KILLED BY A MORE WORTHY BEARER

ONE CAN ONLY HOPE

“Hey don’t ignore me! Are you going to teach me to blow shit up or not!”

A collective sigh filled the room as training began._

BONDS:
Bimm and I are hometown buddies and constantly bailing Eachother out
I think Guyver will get us all killed.

Finnegan "Finn" Undertoe

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