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<div style="text-align: center;"> Your best source for all things
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Pathfinder:<br>
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<div style="text-align: center;" id="irc_mimg"><a href="http://www.d20pfsrd.com/"><img style="border: 0px solid ; width: 244px; height: 100px;" alt="d20pfsrd" src="http://rpg.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/d20pfsrd.png"></a><br>
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<big><big><big><big><span style="font-weight: bold;">Meet the Party</span></big></big></big></big><big><big><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>
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</span></big></big>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><big><big><span style="font-weight: bold;">IRKIGI</span>:</big></big><br>
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I grew up in a tribe less than 20 miles from the nearest village. There
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were major Orc rivalries surrounding the village. They all had the same
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goal of taking over the village. Our tribe, the Miryks, won
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control after a 9 year war. My father, an Orc named Itan, became the
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head of the guard, while my mother, a human named Illia, became a
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priestess. I was born a month before the disaster.<br>
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Word got out that Orcs had taken over a village under human rule, and
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foreigners came with an immense army to reclaim the land. More than
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doubling the Orcs in troops, they won with ease. I was given to the
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forest in hopes that my instincts would help me survive.<br>
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l learned to heighten my senses enough to survive for a few years.
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Then, I was attacked by a giant snake. I would have died if not for my
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newest friend Kalvin. He was my mentor from then on out. He taught me
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everything I know. He taught by forcing me into situations- climbing,
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swimming, fighting. He was the best at everything, and taught me how to
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be to. Now, if anything gets close I become a monster.<br>
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My rage can be a problem. It began the moment Kalvin was attacked. Some
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hunters found our cave, and he was fatally injured. I killed every last
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hunter in the providence. When I finally calmed down, I met Lee and
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Isaac, and we've been friends ever since.<br>
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<big style="font-weight: bold;"><big>Lee:</big></big><br>
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<font size="3">Lee
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is a half-elf whose father was a traveller who married an elf. Lee grew
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up to age 9 learning how to be agile and shoot the bow until the
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village was attacked by a horde of Vampires with an undead horde. His
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parents were killed by a head vampire and that’s when he fled. Lee took
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a horse and escaped to the nearest city. While there he did what any
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orphaned child does in a city; he learned the thieves trade.</font></div>
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