Mule

Minotaur barbarian with a nasty temper

Description:
Level 1 Minotaur Barbarian
Mule
+5
20
Strength
+2
15
Constitution
+2
14
Dexterity
+0
11
Intelligence
+0
11
Wisdom
+2
14
Charisma
HIT POINTS
Total
30
Bloodied
15
Surges
11
Value
7
SAVE MODIFIERS
+2
Initiative
6
Speed
SKILLS
+1
Acrobatics
+0
Arcana
+9
Athletics
+2
Bluff
+2
Diplomacy
+0
Dungeoneering
+6
Endurance
+0
Heal
+0
History
+0
Insight
+7
Intimidate
+2
Nature
+2
Perception
+0
Religion
+1
Stealth
+2
Streetwise
+1
Thievery
16
Armor Class
17
Fortitude
13
Reflex
12
Will
RACE FEATURES
Ferocity
Goring Charge
Heedless Charge
Vitality
CLASS FEATURES
Barbarian Agility
Feral Might
Rageblood Vigor
Rage Strike
Rampage
FEATS
Deadly Rage
BACKGROUNDS
Birth Among Another Race
AT-WILL POWERS
Devastating Strike
Pressing Strike
ENCOUNTER POWERS
Second Wind
Goring Charge
Swift Charge
Great Cleave
DAILY POWERS
Rage Drake’s Frenzy
ATTACKS
1d12+5
+1 vs AC
Melee Basic (Greataxe)
1d10+5
+7 vs AC
Melee Basic (Halberd)
1d4+5
+5 vs AC
Melee Basic (Unarmed)
1d4+2
+2 vs AC
Ranged Basic (Unarmed)
EQUIPMENT
Hide Armor
Adventurer’s Kit
Greataxe
Halberd
MONEY
Platinum
0
Gold
100
Silver
0
Copper
0
Bio:

Mule has never known his parents, nor his origin. As for as he can remember, his home was a farm a few miles from a run down town. At this farm, he was raised by an abusive farmer who forced him to work to exhaustion performing tasks common for a common labor animal which led to his name. He spent many years living in this farmer’s rickety stable, and over time the labor made him strong and he eventually grew into the stature of a real minotaur. It was especially hot and humid the day Mule turned his life around. It was never planned, but, looking back upon his life, it seemed almost inevitable. The whip most commonly used to punish Mule hadn’t been doing its job for years, but Mule let out the grunts and sounds of pain as it struck him none the less. A rock slide had come off the mountains, and as Mule was clearing an especially large boulder from his path, the farmer continued his whipping. Under his resolute concentration Mule forgot to simulate being whipped, and the farmer eventually caught on. While Mule was clearing more and more boulders, unaware that the whipping stopped, increasing in size, the farmer took out his pocket knife and tied it to the end of his whip. While the boulder was at its zenith above Mule’s head, the farmer let the whip fly, and it dug deep into Mule’s back before carving out a nice chunk of flesh. Mule, surprised by the sting of a previously innocuous tool, dropped the boulder instantly and it crunched down on his shoulder. The surprise and combined pain of the dagger tipped whip and out of socket shoulder flung Mule into a berserk rage. He charged the farmer, and, upon placing his head about his waist, picked him up with his horns before brutally driving him into the ground, and pummeled his face into a bloody pulp. Upon regaining his composure and looking upon the carnage in front of him, the sense of loss was little but still there. He let linger the thoughts of a father this man was to him, and then went about disposing of the body. His shoulder still burned but luckily it wasn’t broken. He searched for the largest rock he could lift in his position, and tossed the remnants of the body beneath it before piling the rest of the rocks upon it. By this time it was already night, and upon packing what food he could, he wrapped a dark blanket around him like a coat, and began his new life.

Mule

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