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Callias the Laughing Reed - Details

STR

11 (0)

DEX

14 (2)

CON

14 (2)

INT

13 (1)

WIS

9 (-1)

CHA

17 (3)

Acrobatics

2

Animal Handling

3

Arcana

1

Athletics

2

Deception

3

History

1

Insight

-1

Intimidation

3

Investigation

1

Medicine

1

Nature

1

Perception

-1

Performance

3

Persuasion

3

Religion

-1

Sleight of Hand

2

Stealth

2

Survival

-1

MAX HP

30

Speed

30 feet

Occupation

Charlatan

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Bard

AC

12

Age

38

Species

Tiefling

Gender

Male


Backstory

Callias claims to be the last living chronicler of the Dragonbone Vanguard, telling tall tales of how he marched alongside them to shatter the Bukhara Spire Gateways. In truth, Callias was barely a child when the Vanguard finished their quest. A survivor of the mean streets of a post-war trade hub, he learned early that a lie travels faster than the truth and pays twice as well.

He makes his living selling 'authentic shards' of the corrupted Gateways—which are usually just colored glass or common quartz. However, his life of grift hit a snag when he accidentally swindled a remnant cult of the Shadow War. In his panic to escape, he stole a tome he couldn't read and an amulet he didn't understand. To his horror, the amulet actually works, tapping into his infernal bloodline to manifest wild magic. Now, he wanders from settlement to settlement, driven by the 'Coward's Guilt.' He wears the battered breastplate of a dead soldier he bought at a pawn shop to look the part of a veteran, but the only thing he's ever fought is sobriety and the consequences of his own actions. He is terrified that the cult is tracking him, and his 'laughter' is often just a nervous tic to cover the sound of his own racing heart.


Description

Callias is a portly, heavy-set Tiefling with skin the color of sun-dried brick and small, jagged horns. He resembles a chaotic mix of a tavern brawler and a failed opera singer, possessing a wild, sweaty energy. His face is expressive, framed by wild mutton-chops and thick eyebrows that dance when he lies. He wears a mismatched set of clothing: a stained silk shirt under a dented, rusty breastplate that is clearly a size too small, and velvet trousers tucked into muddy boots. He carries a Saxaphone that looks like it has been smashed and glued back together multiple times.
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