Zhen

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Zhen

Human Male, Lawful Neutral

Racial Traits:
Select one extra feat at 1st level.
Gain an additional skill rank at first level and one additional rank whenever they gain a level.

Monk:
Special Abilities:
AC Bonus: When unarmoured and unencumbered, the monk adds his Wisdom bonus to his AC and his CMD
Flurry of Blows: When doing so, he may make one additional attack, taking a –2 penalty on all of his attack rolls, as if using the Two-Weapon Fighting feat. A monk applies his full Strength bonus to his damage rolls for all successful attacks made with flurry of blows.
Unarmed Strike: A monk's attacks may be with fist, elbows, knees, and feet. This means that a monk may make unarmed strikes with his hands full. There is no such thing as an off-hand attack for a monk striking unarmed. A monk may thus apply his full Strength bonus on damage rolls for all his unarmed strikes.
Feats:
Dodge - +1 dodge bonus to your AC
Two-Weapon Fighting - Reduce two-weapon fighting penalties to -2/-2
Mobility - +4 AC against attacks of opportunity from movement

Stats:

HP: 7

Strength 16
Dexterity 15
Constitution 13
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 18 (16) +2 for race
Charisma 9

Skills:
Acrobatics (Dex) 1,
Climb (Str) 1,
Escape Artist (Dex) 1,
Intimidate (Cha) 1,
Stealth (Dex) 1,
Swim (Str) 1

Equipment:
Axe Knuckles
Kama

Items:
Gold: 25
Silver: 4
Trail Rations

LOOT COLLECTED: Gold - 2, Silvers - 89, 2 vials of red liquid,

Background to follow.

[Toastee]

Ah so your AC should be 17 with your Dex and Wis mods added, plus that one dodge feat.

Melee strikes are Str mod plus your BAB (Base Attack Bonus), which at lvl one is +0 for you.

I noticed that your HP is 7? For your first level just assume you have 8. You will also get your Con bonus, and your flavoured class bonus if you didn't put it into Skills.

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Background - Zhen, Lawful Neutral Monk

Abandoned as a small child on the steps of the Monastery of Untwisting Iron, just the robes on his back and an amulet of Irori round his neck and crudely carved on the back was the word Zhen. After numerous attempts to get the young boy to tell where he came from, why was he there and who had left him resulted in a complete blank the child not even answering just staring blankly it was decided to bring him into the monastery. 

He started of running errands, chores and menial tasks each of which young Zhen carried out diligently, yet still silent as if just going through the motions. Gradually 2 years after entrance to the monastery, roughly at the age of eight, training was introduced into his daily routine. Accepting this as a new chore at first Zhen seemed to come alive when practicing. Every movement seemed to come naturally to him transitioning from one move to another with a fluid grace. However when finished he returned to his usual listless self, carrying out jobs perfectly but with no life.   

The monks made a decision to give Zhen nothing but training in the martial fighting style they were renowned for and learning from the wisdom set down in scrolls by the elders in days gone by. Year after year passed and Zhen showed an aptitude with close fighting techniques and weapons, lightning quick reflexes teamed with an amazing acrobatic ability to dodge placed him in the top tier of younger monks. This improvement in ability was matched by his learning from the scrolls and the confidence from these elements of training brought out his character. A dry sense of humour, with an appreciation of order and a desire to uphold it and improve being his main characteristics.


On the eve of his 18th nameday Zhen was practicing late into the evening when he sensed a presence, maybe more than one enter the yard. Next thing he knew the was a heavy musky scent and the air went dark. 


Waking up to find hair, clothes and himself encrusted with salt, with wreckage and bodies from a ship littering the beach. With no recollection of where he was, how he'd got there or even who he was he crawled up out of the booming surf. Noticing the rocky outcrops he thought to himself he was lucky to be alive, the other members of the ship not so lucky. Friends, enemies? He didn't know, all were strangers to him. Checking himself over he found only minor scrapes and bruising, in his robes were a small money pouch a short curved blade and a pair of bladed knuckles. 


TBC (ran out of time!)