Editing Jagi Brinn

Jag Brinn - 3rd level Bard
[[Image:http://www.usnlp.org/songs/banjo.gif]]
| Race: Human | Alignment: Chaotic Good | Deity: Corellon Larethian |
| Size: M | Age: 19 | Gender: M |
| Height: 5’7” | Weight: 125 lbs. | Eyes: Light brown | Hair: Black | Skin:
caucasian, kind of olive |
| HP: 10 | AC: 15 | SPD: 30 ft. |

==Stats==

| Stats |

STR: 11 (+0)

DEX: 15 (+2)

CON: 13 (+1)

INT: 13 (+1)

WIS: 10 (+0)

CHA: 16 (+3)

Fort: +1

Refl: +3

Will: +3

Base Attack Bonus: +2

Actual Attack Bonus: +2

Initiative: +2


==Skills and Feats==

| Ranks | 46 skill points total (32 at first level) |

Bluff (6)

Craft (Carpentry) (6)

Diplomacy (6)

Perform (Banjo) (6)

Concentration (6)

*Move Silently (6)

Hide (6)

Speak Language (Halfling, Orc, Gnome, Underdark)

*armor check penalty applies


| Feats |

Quick Draw

Weapon Finesse

Pyro (Song & Silence)


| Special Abilities |

Bardic music

Bardic knowledge

Countersong

Fascinate

Inspire Courage +1

Inspire Competence

| Spells |

Cure Light Wounds

Mending

Lullaby

Light

| Language |

Common

Elven

Halfling

Gnome

Underdark

Orc

==Possessions==

| Weapons | 

Shortsword

| Armor |

Studded Leather

| Possessions |

Banjo
Standard Western Distre city outfit (brown rough cloth pants, gray cotton shirt, thin leather vest, brown leather shoes, socks)

Ten flasks of oil

Flint and steel

Backpack

12 days trail rations

Skin for water or wine

| Money |

GP - 8

==Bio==

Jagi, also known as "Jagi Backswing," grew up poor and is still relatively poor, but has more money due to his skill with his granpappy's banjo.  His mother died of some disease or other and his father drank himself to death.  He left his hometown due to girl troubles and trouble with the law.



The Minstrel Boy



The minstrel boy to the war is gone,

In the ranks of death you will find him.

His father's sword he hath girded on

And his banjo slung behind him.

"Land of song!", said the warrior bard

"Though all the world betrays thee

One sword at least thy rights shall guard,

One faithful banjo shall praise thee."



The minstrel fell but the foeman's chains

Could not bring that proud soul under.

The banjo he loved ne'er spoke again,

For he tore its chords asunder;

And said, "No chain shall sully thee,

Thou soul of love and bravery.

Thy songs were made for the pure and free,

They shall never sound in slav'ry!"

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