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|  Creedmore Sharps
Name: Creedmore Sharps
Age: 21 years
Class: Fighter (3) / Ranger
Race: Human
Subrace: None
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Folian S’Pae
Domains: N/A
Creedmore Sharps stands before you, a vibrant young human, with light brown hair, and eyes the color the greenery of the forests he calls home. He was born to Shiloh and Crystal (Borian) Sharps, in a small cottage outside of Krandor. Crystal Sharps died while giving birth to his younger sister, Viola, suffering complications from the birth of Viola’s twin brother Christian, in the early summer of Creedmore’s 8th year. The infants were passed on to the clerics of Toran, as Shiloh was unable to raise the babes, and had no interest in taking a new wife, so crushed was he by the loss of his one true love. Creedmore last saw his brother and sister in his twelfth year.
Creedmore’s father, Shiloh Sharps, was renowned as a bowyer around Krandor, but did not (to Creedmore’s knowledge) have the heart of an adventurer. He raised Creedmore to respect the forest, it’s residents, and to only take from the forest that which was needed to craft the wonderful bows that he and the Sharps shop had become famous for producing.
Creedmore, at a young age, became fascinated by the tales of adventurers that wandered into Krandor seeking the handiwork of Shiloh. Creedmore, much to his father’s dismay, often offered to make minor repairs on equipment of adventurers in exchange for a tale, or better, some training in the use of the spear or the longsword; both weapons with which he had little familiarity (being exposed almost exclusively to bows). Many of the adventurers took him up on his offer, and humoring the youth’s ambitions, made well intentioned but ill advised comments about what a great adventurer he would someday become. Young Creedmore showed more and more interest in the way of the adventurer, craving the excitement and glory that all young men crave, and he believed all of the encouragements offered by adventurers. But Creedmore was also a quick learner under the tutelage of a master, and was rapidly increasing his skill in bow making.
Life for Creedmore, much to his dismay, was destined to consist of following in the footsteps of his father, as a bowyer, ultimately taking over the shop run by his father. While his conscious side knew this, his dreams and ambitions rebelled at the life of boredom it foreshadowed.
His destiny was thrust upon him one early autumn afternoon, in Creedmore’s 16th year. He and his father had set off into the forest outside of Krandor, seeking ash staves for manufacture of a matched set of six long bows for a client. While separated from his father, Creedmore took note of heavy boot impressions in the soft soil of the forest. Being young, fancying himself invincible, and unfairly bolstered in confidence by the comments of adventurers, Creedmore struck off following the direction of the boot impressions.
What Creedmore did not know was that he was following a band of orcish raiders, out to gain some coin and meat for the clan. He learned vivid and hard lessons that day. He learned, vividly, what orcs do to foes in “their” forest. He also learned how the axe of a woodsman in the hands of one trained in it’s use can be used to ruinous effect on orcs expecting one less skilled. He also learned the lesson of how much faster one is when wearing only fabric and leather compared to one wearing armor and carrying a load of human thigh meat; and ultimately, the lesson of using the forest to block the arrows of those that would pursue, and ultimately eat, you. The last thing Creedmore heard from his father as Creedmore burst into the clearing was “Be strong son, but flee! Do not look back, I will hold them off for you. RUN!” He saw his father then go into a sort of dance, flailing about in a controlled fury that Creemore had never seen before. All the while Shiloh's eyes were fixed on Creedmore, and a wistful expression was on his face. In shock, Creedmore saw 4 orcs fall to his father’s twin handaxes, before the remaining orcs grappled and pulled Shiloh to the ground. Creedmore fled as several orcish arrows were fired his way, one leaving a slash across his chest as he turned to flee.
Creedmore was able to outpace his pursuers, who ultimately tired of the pursuit. No more human life was lost that day, but that was of no concern to Creedmore. His family ripped apart by misfortune thrice, he was faced with hard decisions. He was old enough, and sufficiently skilled, to take over the shop created by his father; he did so out of a sense of obligation to the memory of his father. There were enough markers out in the community to keep Creedmore in food and fuel to survive the winter, and he did some small crafting to bring in a bit of extra coin. The occasional haunch of deer would land on his doorstep in the overnight, but never did he hear or see the benefactor that delivered it. Creedmore would venture out into the forest on occasion, to harvest staves or meat, and on occasion would put into practice some of the skill he learned with spears.
In the spring of his 17th year, Creedmore was working in the yard of the cotttage, cutting oak staves into arrow shafts, when a man approached. The man was as tall as a Creedmore, but possessed a slimmer physique, a nimbler stride, and more delicate facial features. He introduced himself as Croftill Truesilver, and said that he had heard of the incident involving Creedmore’s father. Croftill related that he had been befriended by Shiloh Sharps many years before. Shiloh and Croftill had adventured together, and Shiloh and Croftill had rescued a auburn haired green eyed beauty named Crystal Borian from a group of slavers. Croftill knew that Shiloh had wed Crystal, set up shop making bows, but he had not known of the family that was born to the two until he heard of Shiloh’s demise at the hands of the orcs.
Croftill offered to take Creedmore under his wing for a time. It was in that time that Creedmore honed his hatred for all things Orcish, becoming quite adept at sniping orcish pickets from distance with the last ash longbow crafted by his father, developing a well established practice of hit and run tactics. In a final episode of overcoming his grief at the loss of his family, Creedmore traded the longbow to a band of travelers in exchange for a month worth of winter rations, a cooking pot, and two bedrolls. His low level compared to his age is based on limited adventuring; for the past four years his focus has been mostly on surviving. He is, if nothing else, a survivor.
//Intent is to split class this character into ranger fighter at L3 fighter... if that is acceptable.
//Edited for content to more closely match the information in the campaign handbook.
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(sorry for the bad pun). The thought process is that Creedmore's short time with Croftill imprinted some basic Ranger skills, but there was never a conscious effort (by either Creedmore or Croftill) to develop those skills. As he develops and matures, he gains confidence and begins to evaluate himself - this introspection brings on the realization that he is, well, a little.. different. Thanks.
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