Wuluah, "Sheperd" NetPC by Chris Tredwell 4th Level/Male/Rotunnian/Fighter STR: 14 DEX: 17 CON: 15 INT: 16 WIS: 14 CHA: 12

Armor Class: 7 | 5 in armor | 4 w/shield
Hit Points: 36
Alignment: LN(G)
Class Kit: Plainsrider (Barbarian's Handbook)
Languages: Rotuk, Torak, Orkish
Age: 23
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 187 lbs.
Hair/Eyes: Brown/Blue

Weapon Proficiencies: Short Bow (specialized) Spear, Dagger, Broadsword

Non-Weapon Proficiencies: Survival (Plains) Tracking (Plains) Hiding (Plains) Animal Lore (Plains) Riding, Land-Based (Horse), Foraging, Hunting, Musical Instrument (Reed Pipe), Fire-building, Bowyer/Fletcher.

Equipment: Composite Shortbow (case on back), Spear (case on back, point down) 5 daggers (2x arms, 2x legs, 1x right hip) Broadsword (sheath on left), Backpack, 3 Large Saddlebags, Horse Blanket, Small Shield, Quiver (Left hip, 15 sheaf arrows, capped) Reed Pipe (case in backpack), Clothing (saddlebags), Leather Armor, Coup Stick, 1 week rations, 1 week water. No money.

Clothing: Dark green wool shirt, sleeveless, dark brown leather pants (no, they're not tight), black sweatband, leather boots.

Magical Items: None.

Appearance: Sheperd has shoulder-length, surprisingly clean (for a Rotunnian) straight brownish-black hair, held back by a black sweatband traded for in Bak. His skin is the brown of someone who spends almost no time indoors, a result of wandering the plains until he made his way north to Bak, which he regards as an oddity. Nothing about him suggests any fanciness of any sort (he regards it as weak). Because of this, he dresses in his most functional clothes all the time, those being his battle leathers (he's not a clerk, you know). He is in his mid-twenties (somewhat middle-aged for a plainsman), and is well-built, healthy, and fast, but his height makes him seem thin and rangy. Hidden behind his craggy plainsman's face is an amazingly perceptive and quick mind. Though Sheperd is uneducated, at least by Torannian standards, he can out-think almost anyone he comes across, a fact which he is quite proud of.

Background: Wuluah was born in a small nomadic village in the southern plainslands of Stonebridge. He caught his first horse (essential in the tribe) when he was 14, and was counted a warrior by the next year. On an ill-fated raiding party on a particularly well-guarded Torannian caravan. Nearly the whole band was taken out quite easily by well-trained Torannian mercenaries. This little event stuck in Sheperd's mind, and bothered him for an entire year before he finally burst out in front of the tribe's leader that "If even the dregs of Torak society could slaughter their entire band so well, then they must be greater warriors than we shall ever be!" This, predictably, upset the tribe and its leader just a bit. Wuluah was exiled a week later, and he vowed to not return until "I am counted among the finest of warriors even among the Torak!" The tribe merely laughed and told him not to bother, but Wuluah takes that vow, made in rash pride, as the deepest oath he may ever swear.