Jaq'n Hahhr

The truly nameless selfless vindictive saracen from far off Eastern Araby

Description:
The one called Jaq’n Hahhr
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Rogue / Fighter
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Tiefling
RACE
The One Cosmos
DIETY
Neutral Zen
ALIGNMENT
8 / 2
LEVEL
Medium
SIZE
Ageless
AGE
Male
GENDER
5’10”
HEIGHT
160
WEIGHT
Rust
EYES
Brackish Charcoal
HAIR
Pebbled Grey
SKIN
Ability
Name
Ability
Score
Ability
Modifier
.xyzxyzxyz .x TOTAL .x .x TOTAL DEX MISC
Str
STRENGTH
10 +0 HP
HIT POINTS
82 INITIATIVE
MODIFIER
+7 +7 0
Dex
DEXTERITY
24 +7 1-to-9
Con
CONSTITUTION
14 +2 .x TOTAL BASE ARMOR SHIELD DEX SIZE NATURAL MISC
Int
INTELLIGENCE
16 +3 AC
ARMOR CLASS
19 10 +0 +0 +7 0 0 +2
Wis
WISDOM
12 +1 1-to-9
Cha
CHARISMA
14 +2 SPEED= .x 20 .x DR= 0 .x SR= 0
ATTACKS TOTAL BASE STAT
MOD
SIZE
MOD
MISC
MOD
.xyzxyxyz SAVING THROWS TOTAL BASE
SAVE
ABILITY
MOD
MAGIC
MOD
MISC
MOD
MELEE
ATTACK BONUS
+8 +8 +0 0 0 FORTITUDE
(Constitution)
+8 +5 +3 0 0
RANGED
ATTACK BONUS
+15 +7 0 0 REFLEX
(Dexterity)
+15 +? +? 0 0
GRAPPLE
ATTACK BONUS
+8 +0 0 0 WILL
(Wisdom)
+3 +? +? 0 0
ATTACKS TOTAL BASE STR
MOD
SIZE
MOD
MISC
MOD
.xyzxyxyz SAVING THROWS TOTAL BASE
SAVE
ABILITY
MOD
MAGIC
MOD
MISC
MOD
MELEE
ATTACK BONUS
+7 +5 +2 0 0 FORTITUDE
(Constitution)
+8 +5 +3 0 0
RANGED
ATTACK BONUS
+7 +2 0 0 REFLEX
(Dexterity)
+4 +2 +2 0 0
GRAPPLE
ATTACK BONUS
+7 +2 0 0 WILL
(Wisdom)
+8 +5 +3 0 0
.DUMMY
WEAPONWEAPONW WEAPON WEAPONWEAPONW TTT TOTAL ATTACK BONUS TTT DD DAMAGE DD CC CRITICAL CC
Longbow of Deadly Precision +16 / +16 / +11 1d8 19-20/x2
RANGE WEIGHT TYPE SIZE SPECIAL PROPERTIES
n/a 7lbs B M Bone bow inlaid with electrum
.DUMMY1
ARMORARMORARMA ARMOR ARMORARMORARMA TYPE ARMOR BONUS MAX DEX BONUS
The Will of the World Light N/A N/A
CHECK PENALTY SPELL FAILURE SPEED WEIGHT SPECIALSPECIALSPEC SPECIAL PROPERTIES SPECIALSPECIALSPEC
0 0% 0 0 There is no defense from will or from words
.DUMMY2
SHIELD TYPE SHIELD BONUS MAX DEX BONUS
Fate and/or Mischief N/A +0 +0
CHECK PENALTY SPELL FAILURE SPEED WEIGHT SPECIAL PROPERTIES
0 0% - 0 There is no shielding one from the world
.DUMMY3
PROTECTIVE ITEM TYPE ARMOR BONUS MAX DEX BONUS
Black skull obsidian electrum ring.x .x .x +2 .x
SPECIAL PROPERTIES WEIGHT
.x .x
.DUMMY4
PROTECTIVE ITEM TYPE ARMOR BONUS MAX DEX BONUS
.x .x .x .x
SPECIAL PROPERTIES WEIGHT
.x .x
Bio:

Looking back, it was being drowned that changed everything.

The one who would eventually call himself Jaq’n Hahhr, was a blackguard Saracen, a race and culture of people who are never spoken of well, who are indeed rarely even suffered to live.

The Saracen culture is one of secrets, the people being the cast-off remnants of the bonding of elves with an altogether outre culture, one unknown at this time. The result are the quiet, fearsome-visaged Saracens. Existing in strife with the other peoples of Araby, this tribe adopted the ways and means of gypsies and of raider-bandits in order to survive. Over time, the never-ending patience and study has led the culture to adopt such as their religion, their purpose in life. The word ‘Saracen’ derives from ancient elvish, and can be taken to mean several other words, such as ‘unseen’, ‘forgotten’, ‘damned’, and ‘error’.

The one known as Jaq’n lived as a sterling example of his nefarious tribe, excelling in the dangerous arts of martial diplomacy that are practiced in Araby to near-perfection by his house and line: He was an assassin, a killer for hire.

His mind eager to absorb new things and rise above his base means, this man would make himself available for truly absurd missions and killings, and did well, earning himself the name of “The Cloaked” in his surroundings. He primarily worked for merchant-princes, the true powers over the sand dunes and oases, and made quite a living. He was set upon incredibly wealthy Norska traders when the unthinkable happened, and he was foiled and taken alive by the foulest of magicks.

True to his caste, he was abandoned by his friends and clientele, and left to be dealt with by the Norsemen. They decided to drown him slowly over the course of two days in the saltwater sea, something very Norse and altogether fitting in their minds.

These days were a form of crucible for the Saracen. He did not die, but instead imagined he met faces and spoke long conversations to ghosts each time he was immersed into the chill sea. These faces spoke to him of his life and his past and his acts and made him breathe in the harsh, cruel salt that was his punishment. However, they also taught him how to expel the salt from his body and live long enough to take in another full breath of penance. Eventually, the Norsefolk drowned him and left him lifeless in the sea.

The one calling himself Jaq’n awoke on a deserted shingle not far from the veritable wonder of the world, the seven-in-one Cibola, city of cities. He awoke with only vague hints and shreds of memories and he woke wound in a silver-grey shroud, wrapped snug and dripping with the sea. He also awoke clear, fresh, alive and entirely, utterly, at peace with himself.

Walking barefoot, he traveled a day and came upon a camp of a merchant. This camp was being beset even as he approached it, raiders from some nearby tribe were slaughtering and routing the caravan, attempting to steal what they could. This man found himself in the midst of things, altogether against his will, and with some shock he found himself baptized yet again, this time in the salt of blood. Truly, his form only had this one purpose, this one tool to achieve his goals, he had never learned to sow, he could only reap.

The first man he killed bore a mark and regal insignia, and personal documents identified the man as belong to a tribe of Bedouins. His name was Jaq’n Hahhr. Our Saracen wrapped himself in the man’s cloak and his name and walked on throughout the night. He came upon the tribe three days later and killed them all. Their salt to pay for the actions they have condones for years. Our new Jaq’n equipped himself as best he could (and it was very good) and continued onwards towards Cibola.

Within a year, the one calling himself Jaq’n Hahhr had established a new name for himself. No longer The Cloaked, our former Saracen was now whispered about as the creature called ‘Balance’. No longer for hire, the long sheaf arrows with the raven’s feather fletching were to find homes in the hearts of folk who were held to some internal measuring. Some guidance point, some compass now dictates where this man would go, and what actions he would take.

The Saracen did indeed drown in the great salt sea far to the east. This new soul had no connections, no wants, no desires from his past. For now the Drowned Man had his own constellations in the night sky, and would be guided by them in all the nights to come.

Jaq'n Hahhr

The Fall of Faith The Mad Viking