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Class: |
Fighter |
Level: |
4 |
Race: |
Drow |
Gender: |
Male |
Hit Points: |
25 |
Initiative: |
4 (+4 Dex) |
Speed: |
Base 30ft. |
Armor Class: |
14 (+4 Dex) |
Attack Bonus: |
Scimitar (+7) (+1 Masterwork) |
Damage: |
Scimitar 1d6 (+1 Str) |
Special Attacks: |
Dancing Lights, Darkness, |
Special Qualities: |
Dark Vision, Drow Traits, |
Saves: |
Fort+3, Ref+5, Will+1 |
Abilities: |
Str12;Dex18;Con8;
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Skills: |
Jump +7, Speak Language +2,
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Feats: |
Ambidexterity, Combat Reflexes, |
Alignment: |
Neutral Evil |
Languages: |
Common, Drow, Goblin, Orc |
Dalehart has sent a few men to follow Jovorix to find out where the drow stays during the daylight hours, but either the hired hands are found dead, or they loose the fellow before they can find out where he stays, or anything else about him. Dalehart has pretty much given up on solving the mystery of Jovorix DeGasse, but he is always willing to listen, and even pay for, new information regarding this strange fellow.
Jovax was originally part of a drow strike force that made forays above the ground. Not being even nearly the best of the strike force team he was often treated cruelly by his team-mates, not to mention the treatment he had to endure off of the females of the drow. Needless to say, this led to his resentment of his fellow drow. On the last strike he made with his race he was knocked unconscious by an elf and left for dead. When he awoke, just before dawn, he was frightened and worried. He found himself a refuge in a nearby barn and waited out the day. During that long day Jovorix began to think. He realized that it might not be so bad to be left to his own devices, away from the abuse that he recieved from his fellow drow. By nightfall he had made up his mind. He would not return to the race of the drow. Instead he would find a place far from his current location and make a place for himself.
A few weeks later Jovorix found the city of Crowley. It didn't interest him too much until he learned of the Cockatrice Club. That night he went to the club, enduring all of the odd stared and angry glares that his appearance bought him. He entered 3 battles that night and won them all. It seemed that in the upper lands Jovorix found him self to be not such a mediocre fighter after all. From that night on he continued to go to the Cockatrice Club, and battle anyone willing to fight him.
Jovorix actually has a small home on the outskirts of the city. It was once a hermits dwelling, but no one seemed to miss the old man when he mysteriously quit going into town. It is dark, and quiet, and serves Jovorix's purposes quite nicely.
Jovorix still worships Lolth and has a shrine built to her honor in the little home. Though he prays to Lolth the god never answers his prayers or acknowledges him in any way. He often wonders if he may have angered her and he wonders if she will direct her priestess to his location. Even though he fears the god he his religion is so permeated within him that he cannot stop the worship of her.
Personality-wise Jovorix is a cold blooded killer. When in the Cockatrice Club he often tries to start a blood-match so that he doesn't have to quite the battle until his opponent is brutally killed. If his victim is obviously outmatched he will toy with the poor fellow until the opponent is knocked out, surrenders, or dies (depending on the rules of the particular match). Most of the regular patrons know this about Jovorix and it isn't often that he is able to start a fight to the death, so he often starts battles with visitors to the Cockatrice Club that don't know his reputation for blood and cruelty.
Possessions