<div class="floatright">(https://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/Ben-Barnes-joins-The-Punisher.jpg)</div><br/>Collin Whoreson aka Rat aka Helm's Rat - Human - Paladin -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Urchin</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Customized to swap the Barber Kit proficiency for Disguise Kit proficiency</div></div><br/>Strength 11 (+0) Dexterity 15 (+2) Constitution 11 (+0) Intelligence 11 (+0) Wisdom 15 (+2) Charisma 15 (+2)<br/>Saving Throws: Strength +0 Dexterity +2 Constitution +0 Intelligence +0 Wisdom +4 Charisma +4<br/><br/>HP 10+6=16 HD 1d10 AC 15 Passive Perception 12<br/><br/>Skills: Insight +4 Pesuasion +4 Sleight of Hand  +4 Stealth +4<br/><br/>Proficiencies:<br/>Armor: All armor, shields<br/>Weapons: Simple weapons, martial weapons<br/>Tools: Barber's Tools, Thieves Tools (Like I said, he's not your typical Paladin<br/>Languages: Common, Dwarven<br/><br/>Equipment:<br/>Chain shirt, halberd, heavy crossbow, 20 quarrels in case, quarterstaff, Explorer's pack (Backpack, bedroll, mess kit, tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days rations, a waterskin, 50' hemp rope),Small knife, map of the city, pet rat (named MacAllister), 3 x set common clothes, memento of mother (copper cloak pin) Thieves tools, barbers tools, healers kit<br/>Holy symbol<br/><br/>22 gp<br/><br/>Divine Sense (60' radius)<br/>Lay On Hands (5 HP/Level, Disease or Poison = 5 HP each)<br/><br/>Barber's Tools (5e Equipment)<br/>A barber is a professional trained in the maintenance, hygiene and aesthetics of human hair grooming. The tools includes a pair of scissors, a straight razor and strap, a bowl, and a bar of soap.<br/>Cost: 3gp<br/>Weight: 1lb.<br/><br/>FYI Barbers also served as medics and surgeons.....<br/><br/>Longsword<br/>shortsword<br/>Shield<br/><br/>2nd Level<br/>FIGHTING STYLE:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Protection</div><div class="spoiler_body">If a creature you can see attacks a target other than you that is within 5 feet of you, you can use your reaction to impose Disadvantage on the attack roll.  You must be wielding a shield.</div></div><br/>DIVINE SMITE<br/>SPELLCASTING<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Second Level HP</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Captain Whitebread rolled: 1d10, keeping 1 dice<br/>Comment:Result: 4, Total: 4  (minimum 6)  </div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hey, Rat!</div><div class="spoiler_body">  “Hey Rat, where you at?”<br/><br/>Collin sighed.  He knew who was calling him.  For some reason the watch commander’s son had decided the rhyming question was terribly funny and used it whenever he was looking for him.  He set aside the broom and turned around, already knowing what he was going to see.  “You bellowed?”  <br/><br/>Adam was thin and tall.  He was a ginger like his father but there the resemblance stopped.  Adam’s hair was wildly uncontrollable and he favoured a scruffy looking goatee and thin moustache.  Collin figured three, maybe four strokes of a razor would expose the weak chin Adam was trying so desperately to hide.  The right side of Adam’s face seemed locked in a perpetual sneer.  “Why do they call you Rat anyway?” Adam asked.  “What kind of a name is Rat?”<br/><br/>Collin shrugged.  “It probably comes from street rat or maybe because when I was a kid I was always lurking in shadows trying to stay hidden.  Maybe it comes from the fact that I like cheese.”  The expression on Adam’s face showed that he was mulling over the answer, despite that fact that Collin had answered the question with his tongue very firmly in his cheek.  “Is that all you want?” Collin asked, already knowing the answer.<br/><br/>Adam frowned.  “How did you end up being a city guard?  They told me your mother was a whore.”<br/><br/>“They were right,” Collin replied.  He’d never hidden the fact that his mother had been a prostitute or the fact that she’d died when he was four.  “I hung around the barracks, doing small jobs in exchange for food and a warm place to sleep.  When I was old enough, I started cutting hair and shaving people.   McCallister taught me to fight and I started filling in when they needed an extra man. “<br/><br/>Adam’s sneer tightened up.  “Any of those small jobs you did involve sucking dick, like your Mom?”<br/><br/>The corners of Collin’s mouth twitched.  If Adam was trying to insult him, he’d need to do a better job.  “Why?  You looking to get your dick sucked?  Sorry, Adam.  I don’t suck dick, not that you have much of one.  I could probably use it to pick something out of my teeth but you’d have to wash it first, if you can even find it.”<br/><br/>Adam’s face began to get red.  “You’ve got a smart mouth on you, you son of a whore.  You’re a whore’s bastard.”    Adam’s voice was beginning to rise and a few of the other city guards in the barracks were beginning to take notice.<br/><br/>“It’s smart because I won’t let you put your dick in it.  I don’t know where it’s been or whose ass you’ve had it up.”  Collin snapped his fingers.  “Oh, that’s right, you don’t put it up the ass, you take it up the ass.”  Collin paused for just a second.  “Just like your mother.”<br/><br/>It was a combination of anger, shock and embarrassment that flashed across Adam’s face, just before pulled his fist back to throw the first punch.  Collin knew it was coming.  He’d been a guard for almost five years now and he’d seen his fair share of bar brawls.  Adam would swing for his head.  It would be child’s play to duck back out of the way and to come in hard.<br/><br/>It was over in a few seconds.  Adam’s fist didn’t even come within an inch of Collin’s face and the swing left him off balance.  It was easy for Collin to drive his fist into Adam’s stomach.  A little push and the off balance Adam fell backwards.  Collin didn’t step forward.  As far as he was concerned, the fight, such as it was, was over.  He picked up his broom again and continued sweeping the floor.<br/><br/>“Enough!”<br/><br/>The yell and a slight scrape of wood on wood told Collin that the fight wasn’t over.  He turned, using the broom to block the chair Adam had grabbed as an impromptu weapon.  A quick flick knocked the chair aside, leaving Adam defenseless against Collin’s counterattack.  He smashed the end of the broom into Adam’s face, crushing his nose in an explosion of blood.<br/><br/>“I said ‘ENOUGH’!”  <br/><br/>Collin lowered the broom and turned to see who had called for the end of the fight; he didn’t recognize the voice.  He felt his heart leap into his throat when he saw the new watch commander.<br/><br/>* * * * *<br/>“How long have you been with the city guard?”<br/><br/>Collin stood at attention in front of the new watch commander.  He couldn’t remember the man’s name yet.  “About five years,” Collin replied.<br/><br/>“A little young aren’t you?  Most guards are veterans, with some fighting experience.”<br/><br/>“I grew up in the barracks.  The city watch took me in after my mother died.”<br/><br/>The man stroked his beard thoughtfully.  Unlike his son’s beard, his beard was neat and well kept.  “How much fighting experience have you had?”<br/><br/>“I was taught the halberd by McCallister.  I’ve been in maybe a dozen skirmishes in the streets.”<br/><br/>“You might have killed my son with that broom handle.  As it is you broke his nose.”<br/><br/>Collin started.  “If I’d wanted to kill him I would have hit him six inches lower and crushed his windpipe,” he said.<br/><br/>The watch commander pursed his lips.  He looked at his son who stood sullen and silent nearby.  Adam’s nose had a seeping gash on it and both his eyes were blackened and swollen almost shut.  He looked back at Collin, then pulled a small pouch out of his pocket.  “I’m afraid your services are no longer required,” he said.  “This is your wage for this month.  Gather your things.  I want you gone in the morning.  I don’t know why my son has taken such a dislike to you but eventually you will hit him six inches lower and I’d rather not have to explain to his mother how one of my men killed him in a brawl over a few insults.  You’re a good man, Collin.  You deserve better.”<br/><br/>“Collin is a city guard,”  Collin said as he picked up the pouch.  “My name is Rat.”<br/><br/>He gathered his few things in silence.  A few of the others came over to offer words of encouragement or small gifts.  Even with these additional items, his collection of belongings was pitifully small.  He put up the hood of his cloak and headed out into the rain.  He wasn’t sure where he was going but he was surprised to find himself on the doorstep of the church of Helm.  He hesitated for a moment, then went inside.<br/><br/>The temple was, surprisingly enough, empty.  Perhaps the priests had taken their leave, expecting the rain to deter any worshippers.  It wasn’t a holy day, after all.  Knowing he was alone here only increased Collin’s feelings of being lost.<br/><br/>I just need somebody to talk to, somebody to give me some advice.  All I wanted to do was protect people.  How am I supposed to do that now?<br/><br/>“You seem troubled,” a deep voice said.  It was coming from some of the dark shadows near the altar.  Perhaps there was a door there when they priests could watch to see if anyone entered.<br/><br/>“The watch commander just let me go,” Collin answered.<br/><br/>“You’re the one they call Rat,” the voice said.    “I’ve seen you at the barracks.  Why did he let you go?”<br/><br/>“To protect his son,” Collin replied.  “Adam doesn’t like me and I’m a lot better than he is.  One day he’d try something and I’d probably end up killing him in self defense.”<br/><br/>“Do you hate him?”<br/><br/>Collin shook his head.  “No.  He doesn’t deserve hate.  I’d pity him but he’d hate that.  I don’t really feel anything for him.”<br/><br/>“Why did you come here?”<br/><br/>Collin shrugged.  “I didn’t come here on purpose.  I just ended up here.  I thought maybe I could find some advice.  I don’t know what to do.”<br/><br/>“Do what you do best.  Use your heart and your head and your hands.  Sometimes the path we are supposed to walk isn’t always obvious and it isn’t always easy.  Trust in the Gods and they will show you the way.”<br/><br/>“Why would the Gods show me the way?”  Collin asked.  “I’m just a rat who climbed too high.”<br/><br/>The voice chuckled.  “Rats are survivors.  They thrive where others falter.  We can learn a lot from rats.  The question is whether you want to teach or to destroy.  Do you want to lead or step aside.”<br/><br/>“I don’t want to destroy,” Collin said.  “But who do I teach?  Who would follow me?”<br/><br/>“Why don’t you go and find out?  Step forward in the name of Helm and you will perform wonders.”<br/><br/>“I am neither priest nor knight.  I have no right to use the name of Helm.”<br/><br/>“Not all those who serve in the name of Helm are knights or priests,” the voice said.  “Sometimes a rat can serve, if he is loyal, just and true.”<br/><br/>Collin smiled.  “Then I shall be Helm’s rat.”</div></div>