Leolo Belaggio

Being small and silent has its advantages, especially behind enemy lines

Race Region Gender Age
Human Tilean Male 25
Careers Completed
Scout In Progress
Total Experience Advances Spent
0 0
Conservative St. Reckless St.
0 0
Characteristics Level Fortune
Strength 2 0
Toughness 3 0
Agility 4 0
Intelligence 4 0
Willpower 3 0
Fellowship 3 0
Basic Skills Char. Training Level
Athletics St 0
Ballistic Skill Ag 1
Coordination Ag 0
Intimidate St 0
Resilience To 0
Ride Ag 0
Skulduggery Ag 0
Stealth Ag 1
Weapon Skill St 0
Charm Fel 0
Discipline WP 0
First Aid Int 0
Folklore Int 0
Guile Fel 0
Intuition Int 0
Leadership Fel 0
Nature Lore Int 1
Observation Int 1
Advanced Skills Char. Training Level
Specializations Char.
Crossbow (AG)
Silent Move Rural(AG)
Talent Cards Type
Shadow Stalker Tactic
Coordinated Efforts Focus
Action Cards Type
| Called Shot
Sniper Shot Ranged
Enter here Support
Wealth Fame Rk Noble Rk
Comfortable 0 0
Shame Threshold
0 0
Wounds Threshold
Criticals Description
Sev. Injuries Description
Corruption Threshold
0 0
Mutations Description
Insanities Description
Diseases Description
Weapons Enc DR CR Range Special Notes
Light Crossbow 4 6 2 Long Two-Handed, Reload
Sword 3 5 3
Armour Enc Defense Soak Special Notes
Mail Shirt 3 0 2
Equipment Enc
Arrows 24
Enc Limit Enc
Gold Silver Brass
0 15 0

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Leolo left the southern Tilean lands a few years ago and has attached himself to small group of Imperial Scouts that are stationed near Castle Reikguard. Being small 5’4", 135 pounds, Leolo is constantly being pushed to prove himself to his fellow soldiers. Out of touch with the family to the south he has managed to make a few Tilean contacts in and around the riverside inns and tollhouses. Thus far the companions he has made have been fairly above board and legal, but the offers are getting more frequent and lucrative to help get various “shipments” to where they need to go without unnecessary parties becoming aware. A bit of a compulsive gambler, Leolo is always eager to get caught up in shooting contests and side bets. His chipped, scarred crossbow is never far from his hands. When the mood strikes and he’s trying to impress the usually taller ladies his accent can be rather subdued.
But, if he gets around other Tileans or just gets overly irritated, fatigued, or excited it starts to sound a bit more like:
“Eh…oh! ’Uze guyz git outta my way ’right? Cuz ’uze don wanna git shotz inna back ’right ?” and generally dissolving into strings of unintelligible profanity.
He has heard stories of strange walking beastmen in the forests and dreams of becoming a hero, hunting and slaying these evil monstrosities. And yet when he is out on patrol deep in the dark forests far from road or riverbank he feels most alive; silent and alone. The thought of what it would be like to quietly creep on some unsuspecting soul and see how close he could get without being seen, without being heard. Then just before someone might think he’s there…put a bolt through their heart. But so far, those thoughts only come when the red moon shines through the trees.

Leolo Belaggio

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