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Otis Herod - Details

STR

8 (-1)

DEX

10 (0)

CON

14 (2)

INT

18 (4)

WIS

16 (3)

CHA

19 (4)

Acrobatics

0

Animal Handling

4

Arcana

4

Athletics

0

Deception

4

History

4

Insight

3

Intimidation

4

Investigation

4

Medicine

4

Nature

4

Perception

3

Performance

4

Persuasion

4

Religion

3

Sleight of Hand

0

Stealth

0

Survival

3

MAX HP

65

Speed

30 feet

Occupation

Historian and Chronicler

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Loremaster Bard

AC

10

Age

97

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

Otis Herod is more than a historian; he is a living library of Coia's sorrows and triumphs. Born in the final, sputtering days of the five-century Civil War, his earliest memories are of tales of the conflict's end and the dawn of a new, fragile peace. As a young man, he was captivated by the legends of the Dragonbone Vanguard, and dedicated his life to chronicling their deeds and the history of the Bukhara Spire Gateways they destroyed. He has wandered every corner of Coia, from the haunted ruins of Whisperwind Fortress to the bustling, treacherous streets of Coia City. His patched clothes are a testament to a life spent on the road, prioritizing knowledge over comfort. He is known in taverns and halls of learning alike for his uncanny ability to produce a story relevant to any situation, and for his quiet generosity, often offering his last cup of wine to a fellow traveler. He sees himself not just as a recorder of the past, but as the guardian of its lessons, a duty he pursues with an iron will.

Description

A full-body portrait of an ancient, wiry human male named Otis Herod. He stands tall, his posture unbent by his 97 years, projecting an aura of immense determination. His face is a roadmap of wrinkles, with sharp, intelligent eyes that miss nothing. Long, thin white hair is tied back in a simple tail. He wears simple traveler's clothes, meticulously patched and repaired over decades of use, their original colors long faded. A worn leather satchel is slung over his shoulder, and he leans on a sturdy walking staff that doubles as a stand for his lute, which is strapped to his back. His expression is proud, almost self-absorbed, the look of a man who believes he is the sole keeper of vital truths.
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