Himo Nilo

Himo Nilo

Himo is a High Elf that has experienced both the rich and poor side of Lunas. He wanted to visit the Arboretum to modify existing equipment he has, but he never really left until he heard from his contacts in the Arboretum that demon incursions were ramping up. Carrying only what he could quickly pack, he left for the Arboretum with his bag that contains only essentials. He has a habit of checking anything that might look "suspicious" but doesn't really know what might be suspicious.

Himo Nilo

"The right side of me should show what happens when you don't pay attention."

Relatives	2 Parents, 3 Sisters
Affiliations	Low Luans, "The Chairman,"The Scrappers
Aliases	Thai (Child name), The Magic Pick
Marital Status	Single
Date of Birth	37 PR
Place of Birth	High Lunas
Date of Death	TBD
Place of Death	TBD
Species	Elf (High)
Height	4'10"
Weight	94 lbs.

Description

Himo is a young elf shining with bronze skin with black freckles, Short copper hair that is decently trimmed and eyes that sparkle gold when they catch the light. you would find him like he was a gem in a mine because of the reflection he often carries. He doesn't seem to carry anything with him except maybe a satchel over his back, A rapier and dagger on his left hip and short sword on his right hip respectively, hang and some tools hanging off of his belt. He wears light leather armor with a somewhat heavy desert cloak that shines a little in the light. When you peer past the cloak however, you notice two very big changes to him that he tries to hide as best as he can. The first on is he really only has half of his hair left. The right side of him looks like he has black char that curls up around the face and neck that has been there for quite some time. The second is he has no right arm. anything that might have been there is gone, and watching him, he sways a little bit to the left and right as if he were always a little tipsy.

Manners

Himo looks at everything arcane with great interest, and when given the chance he will ignore everything around him to examine said arcane object. He studies obsessively and takes mental notes on the components used. When talking face to face however, he tends to shift himself so that most people when they see him is the cloak or just the left side of his face. His speech is gravely and chopped up with occasional coughing from soot getting into his mouth. When dealing with people he doesn't have a fond relationship with, he casually strolls around the area while talking to them, always ready to move when needed. He prefers to stay out of people's sight and get jobs done with as much confusion as possible... and a little bit of explosives.

Background

Himo was born to a wealthy mage family in High Lunas. They expected him to follow that same tradition, and while he was interested in Magic wasn't the most interesting thing to him as physical tasks. Still they made him either take lessons or leave this family. He negotiated to learn alchemy to understand the materials used in spellcasting.

He started to go to the Low Lunas in secret claiming private tutoring sessions when really he got into contact with the local criminal rings to learn skills from their side. He chose to learn lockpicking for his profession and was quite skilled at it. He also refined his careful hand movement to mimic letters. He balanced this double life of learning alchemy by day and learning to pick locks by night. When he went to Lower Lunas, he would bring stories of breaking into homes, taking specific materials and leaving without a trace. by the time they would try to track him down, he would be in the shadows trying to outlast the location spells used to find him. he often had to dump the stolen materials to prevent being caught. This went on for years. he wrote detailed notes about alchemy and his parents were thought he was being an obedient son. One night while learning complicated formulas to show to his parents, he was finally caught by the guards and he was sentenced to death. while in prison, he managed to convince the guards to give him 2 lodestones. He took those lodestones and mended the broken thieves tools that he was hiding in his clothing. This lock however was never supposed to be picked. It had been magically enhanced but he the night to make that happen. He picked the lock and sneaked out and into the Lower Lunas in 102 PR just as the sun was rising.

He excelled in picking locks as a freelancer. If the guild provided sanctuary based on how difficult the lock was, that locked was picked. He became infamous in rings because no lock was safe from him. Booby trapped to Arcane Lock, most locks were not safe from him. Only locks that were sophisticated with an Arcane Lock would he have a hard time picking and often failed at those. In various guilds, he learned various weapons that he now always with him because he doesn't want to get into a scrap unarmed. He often had a habit of inspecting areas where people invited him never trusting anyone fully. His reputations grew so much that he found himself often travelling to other places to check out security systems. This took the pressure off of him because he could really inspect area he couldn't before. He learned to pickpocket, sneak around, scale buildings and practice his skills of picking locks. He tried to get an honest job in the town of Rwendia but his reputation followed him everywhere. He did odd jobs around places, pick locks here, mend broken stuff back together, and come along with other criminals to look out for traps. The people he often worked under were brutal. They would insult him behind his back, mess up him picking the locks, broke his stuff and moved him around often and lied to him where he was

He started for fun re-learning magic. Make graffiti with magic here an odor there. This terrified the guilds because he was becoming what he swore he would never do and feared he would turn on him next. His mentor Jumad told him that no one will want someone unreliable if he chooses this path. He continued in spite of their disapproval and learned how to make a bag of holding, a returning weapon, enhanced armor and enhanced focus. The only person he told this to was his best friend Kamer (Tiefling) who supported him new materials.One day while hiding out in the DwaleVale, he received a letter of a formal apology from his family asking him to come back. He eagerly accepted and made his way over. His contacts warned him they were up to no good and were looking for vengeance for bringing shame to the family name. When he got there they magically influenced him to open a complicated safe lock without checking the area. BOOOM!!! A massive explosion covered him from right to left, debris flying every where and scraping by on life. The family were stewing in their loss of the son when his eldest sister, Nylo gave the idea to blow him up in a public execution. That letter he found, was trapped to get him to come whether he wanted to or not. In the chaos, someone had planted one more bomb to take him out. he survived, barely, but lost his right arm in the explosion. He lost everything; everything but his skills, his life and his resolve to fix this. At DAGR (Determined Assassins, Grifters, and Rogues) he received word that they needed people to fix broken things and make them better. he spent the next 6 months fighting for his life, and those 6 months were in a daze. He often found himself in a new place about every month. When finally had the strength to move comfortably, he took essentials and ran for his life in 134 PR, because no matter what he did his family was coming for him and he needed to defend himself.

Languages

Himo knew elvish and common just from listening to his family, but he learned goblin when he would hang around goblins were trying to have a private conversation, not realizing Himo taught himself that from listening to them

Character information

1 Rogue/2 Artificer
AC 15	HP 21	DC 13
Str 13	Dex 18	Con 13
Int 16	Wis 10	Cha 12

Proficiencies

• Skills: Acrobatics, Arcana, Athletics, Investigation, Perception, Sleight of Hand
  • Expertise: Stealth
• Tools: Alchemist Supplies, Forgery Kit, Tinkers tools
  • Expertise: Thieves' tools

High elf Abilities

• Cantrip (Mending)
• Darkvision
• Elf Weapon Training
• Extra Language (Goblin)
• Fey Ancestry
• Keen Senses
• Tance

Rogue Features

• Expertise: Stealth, Thieves Tools  
• Sneak attack (1d6)  
• Thieves’ Cant

Artificer Abilities

• Infuse Item (bag of holding, a returning weapon, enhanced armor and enhanced focus)
• Magical Tinkering
• Spellcasting
• Ritual Casting

Artificer Spells

Himo is a 1st-level spellcaster. As a 1st-level artificer, he can prepare up to 4 spells per day

Spell Level	Spell
0 (Cantrip)	Guidance
0 (Cantrip)	Prestigitation
1st	Grease
1st	Detect Magic
1st	Faeire fire
1st	(I forgot to prepare an additional)

Himo's Story

Himo Nilo has just arrived at the junkyard. It has been months of traveling alone with the hope of improving himself. Sweat constantly drips off his forehead as he is not used to this area. He received a letter from his contact arboretum asking for new hires and who goes by the name, "The Chairman." He left for the Arboretum, has been on the road since, and doesn't know anything. After all, he was given only a description of Raegina, her cohorts, and had no tools. He scraped the money he could and went over to the junkyard putting everything he could on the line just for the security of a little bit of breathing room. He watched Grind,Smash, & Cleave with great intent because he has never seen functioning robots, but sharpened himself when he realized he was fighting them. Attacking the robots, he realized they explode on death. He let instinctual training kick in and just kept throwing his dagger at Grind, Smash then Cleave. Adrenaline still rushing, he learned how to scrap creatures, but not that he was good at it. At least now he could possibly gather parts he needed to jerryrig what he wants. When he got the chance to improve Grind, he attempted two things to make it better. The first is he tried to increase the accuracy of the attacks, but as he worked on it, he got really nervous and fumbled with arm, almost removing it entirely. He barely improved it and attempted to improve the armor but proved impossible since he had no effect means of attaching parts wile casting mending. Stix meanwhile, made the saw light ablaze whenever it swung to attack, and Raazdrog managed to add a ranged weapon to it. He did have two really great ideas that both of them liked. The first is he renamed Grind to Sparkburn. The second is he built off of Raazdrog's idea to give a voice. Raazdrog gave it "I am fire. I am death." to repeat while fighting enemies. Himo added to that by having it also repeat "Feel the Spark. Feel the Burn!" When Raegina offered a wager for the best bot created, she gave everyone 10 additional GP and Himo bet seven of that ten on Sparkburn, and the other three went to Cleave. Sparkburn ended coming out on top and he made 31 GP out of that and Raazdrog's got 35 GP. Raazdrog's managed to convince Himo to give Stix 10 GP from both of us since they helped improve Sparkburn, to which Himo agreed and almost seemed relieved that Raazdrog's prompted him to do it. When the horn was blasted, Himo immediately got on the war rig and started repairing Sparkburn. When they got to an entrance of the Arboretum the war rig was flipped onto its side by an Oliphaunt. He managed to catch himself landing and immediately tried to help others up but it wasn't enough with his one hand. While fighting Himo climbed on the war rig while it was on its side to get a clear vantage point, and saw the scale of this invastion for the first time. He focused hard on the Capra hard and got off the war rig when he was told by Raegina to get off. After cleaning up the Pustuloids, Incultis and Lesser Rage demons, a massive wave of wild magic energy was released. When the fight had ended, all spellcasters were spent including Leonard who saw the Rig get rammed into its side and decided to help out. Delaia and Raazdrog's defender were severly injured, and realization dawned on Himo when he knew that the conservatory was desroyed. A few more demons were picked off while they were trying to flee, and while people were talking about uniting, Himo only thought of one thing. Using the very tool that turned his life into a living nightmare; Explosives.