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Character Name: Galen Telfier
Character Race: Human
Character Class: Ranger 3
Player Name: Shaitan
Link to Character Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=368233
Link to Stat Rolls: character was rolled up 4 months ago, getting the char rolled back to third level. HP Roll Boon Companion at lvl 5
Assumptions, feel free to correct them as needed
. I assume two traits as normal, I am also assuming that growing up with his mount for the last 3 years of their lives equates to about 500 gp equivalent starting equipment cost for training combat riding to a dire wolf as Galen would have raised and trained the dire wolf. Char does have full ranks in handle animal, access to wild empathy. The same dire wolf who will eventually become his animal companion at level 7, stats are lower than what it will have when the boon companion feat is taken at 5 and companion taken at 7 unless somehow allowed earlier ( I don't recommend it), assuming that the boon companion feat is acceptable. I am also assuming that a character would be capable of crafting his own weapon, which this one would have, max ranks craft bowyer. Yes this is a very self sufficient character, between crafting for his own arrows, and bow, to training his own mount from a young age. Independence is practically this character's middle name in many ways, however the flip side is that the dire wolf mount and rider are exceptionally dependent upon each other, as two sides of the same coin.
History: Galen Telfier is the son of a woodsman who died soon after Galen was conceived. He was born in a small relative failure of a village on the edge of the Night Forest. As a child his mother often told him stories of knights who would fight against great evils, fighting as noble warriors and cunning warlords. During the days, he learned the tricks of the trade to live on the edges of a dark forest filled with dangers that would make any soldier hide. Hunting and survival traits tempered the stories that still pulse in his veins, that galvanize his view of the world. Contradictions melded in the furnace of a child's imagination, as only a child can, brought to fruition. As a young man hunting he came across a dire wolf cub, and as any young adult, a puppy, all floppy ears and oversized paws, is an unassailable draw. Perhaps if his mother had been able to say no to the colt sized puppy, perhaps his path might have led him to remain just another hunter from a backwater village. Together for the next two years they grew together, naming the rapidly growing dire wolf cub Telidar after the mount of a great hero from the tales his mother told in as they slept next to the waning coals in the fireplace. Before anyone truly realized it Telidar had grown larger than a pony, easily matching a well bred warhorse in size, more than outmassing one. What else might a young man of seventeen years do when he dreams of riding in to battle when his puppy is easily the size of any horse he has ever seen, but to train him to ridden, train him to fight, to hunt. Training the one who would accompany him into the dark of the Night Forest. A year and a half ago, during one of his many hunting expeditions with Telidar into the Night Forest, the two hunters came across a patrol of desert barbarians who have somehow penetrated into the depths of the country slowly working their way towards his home, not that there was anything much worth stealing, however plundering barbarians are not the most easily swayed by arguments that your home doesn't have anything worth stealing. Standing his ground he raced home to tell his village of the incoming raiding party, before turning back around after grabbing as many quivers as he could safely strap to Telidar and then returned with all haste to fight or at the very least slow them down. The fighting quickly devolved into a short but brutal guerrilla battle. Most of the raiding party was slain in the two days following, before from a combination of exhaustion on his part and well experienced cunning on the part of the raiding party leader he was caught. The initial beating was brutal, before through sheer chance a recruiting party which come through his village only a day after his warning caught up with the two following the bloody path, to find that Telidar in an act of sheer wolfish cunning had led the party right to him, and the 6 remaining of the initial raiding party of nearly 30 strapping bloodthirsty men. The recruiting party made quick work of remaining raiders, though the recruiter saw the unyielding spirit of a man who chose to fight alone and unarmored against numbers no veteran would have willingly fought let alone nearly defeated and the dark cunning hunter who brought the battle them again and again until he was literally out of arrows and fighting with a hatchet. Through his bravery and dedication he was invited to become a house carl of the King Howard, and continue his bloody legacy against the barbarians. Once properly armed and armored for far, the skills he learned killed many of the barbarians, helping push them back from his homeland, and now nearly two years of fighting later he returns home. Still determined to act as a knight from his childhood, the medals of valor and bravery still carried in a small pouch inside his vest, knowing that his many encounters have earned Telidar and his bow a reputation as the long hand and the death that follows on swift wing.
Also what's your rule on HP rolls, got total crap on the rolls as seen http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3624978/