Elements of Chaos
D&D 4e Human Dragonsouled Sorcerer
Darius, human level 1 Dragon Soul(Lightning) Sorcerer
Str 16, Con 11, Dex 13, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 18.
AC: 15 Fort: 14 Reflex: 12 Will: 17
HP: 23 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 5
Intimidate +9, Arcana +5, Diplomacy +9, Athletics +8, Bluff +9
Acrobatics +1, Dungeoneering -1, Endurance, Heal -1, History, Insight -1, Nature -1, Perception -1, Religion, Stealth +1, Streetwise +4, Thievery +1
Level 1: Implement Expertise (Light Blade)
Bonus At-Will Power: Storm Walk
Sorcerer at-will 1: Lightning Blast (Acid Orb)
Sorcerer at-will 1: Burning Spray
Sorcerer encounter 1: Pinning Bolt
Sorcerer daily 1: Dragonfang Bolt
Leather Armor, Dagger, Adventurer’s Kit, Crossbow, Crossbow Bolts (20), Sunrod (2)
Darius was born in a small spec of a village in middle of the Sword Coast lands. His family wasn’t much, just local farmers really, tending to their small plot land and pigs just like all the other farmers in the area. Which was fine for most of the folk in the village. But Darius… Darius had what, if your being kind, can be called personality and a doting grandfather who liked to spend his days sipping home made whiskey and telling stories of the ancient past. A past where their family was respected. Right hand servants to Dragons, real ones mind you. Dragons that ruled the lands, with armies and servants and smooth high class liqueurs being fed to them by nubile young ladies.
And here Darius grew up. He was generally well liked, in particular he had a way with the older ladies in the village, so his days were spent avoiding real work and getting savory treats for himself and his grandfather who would reward him with a new story. And every story was new, because his grandfather never told a story the same way twice. And this arrangement worked well for him right up to the point where a local land owner came home a bit early for lunch one day and found him and the land owners daughter in a most unpropper state.
Darius might not be the wisest of men, but he knows when the getting is good and high tailed it out of town. A bit of luck, a fast tongue and winning smile got him all the way to Daggersford where he spent a few weeks living off what money he could get with his limited skills and the generosity of whatever lady who’s eye he could attract. Which, unfortunately, led to trouble… again.
Seems getting close to the lady of a local tough isn’t always the smartest plan and again he was running in a state most benefiting. And even more unfortunate, not being familiar with the town he was caught in a back alley by the ruffians who were most intent on doing him some harm. Luckily for Darius, however, it was at that moment of danger that he found his grandfather’s stories bared at least a kernel of truth. As fists rained down on him lighting blue scales rippled over his skin and a blast of lightning incapacitated the nearest two thugs. In the confusion that followed he grabbed a few useful items from the downed men and made good his escape, not wanting to even try to explain this to the authorities.
Heading East along the Greyflow river he passed through Secomber on his way to Loudwater. Testing out his powers and looking for adventure, determined to make a name for himself and seize the heritage he was told about in his youth.