Grovakussindamun

Name: Grovakussindamun Vondol Dasaroikenbeltarabusskavol
Race: Devil Dog (Diamond Dog/Goat)
Class: Warlord (Bard/Paladin)
Talent: Real Fortune- Functionally counts critical successes as natural crits.

Racials: Burrowing: Diamond dogs can dig tunnels and holes with ease, setting traps, moving unseen and fleeing in unexpected directions.
Eye of Grogar:passive; You come from a culture that’s mysterious, quiet and perhaps even sinister. Few understand you and some may even be unnerved by your odd appearance. If you score a natural critical in combat, the target(provided it is hostile)is paralyzed with fear and cannot take any action in its next turn

Skills: Cheap Shot: recharge 1, weapon; outside of combat, this skill is automatic and renders the target helpless. In combat, 9+ renders the target helpless.
Inspire: You use song and performance to enthrall a crowd or rally your allies.
Combat: the entire party gains +1 to all rolls next turn, or +2 on a critical success; this bonus does not stack with repeated use. Critical failure replaces the bonus with a -1 penalty to all rolls next turn.
Noncombat: you perform for a gathered audience, and can garner reputation, favors, and resources as the GM deems appropriate
Pet Mastery
Command: on success, takes sentient creature as a pet

Inventory:
Robes, tied with sash
Sandals
Eyepatch
Sunglasses
Combat Shovel
Cigars
Matches
Bag of Riches
Guitar

Covered wagon, pulled by two enchanted oxen skeletons, made from fireproof diamond wood with a canvas covering it treated in a fireproof chemical.
Chest of Holding containing
-Tent, capable of sheltering 5 average-sized ponies. Camouflaged in greens and browns, the inside lined with furs. Comes with a carpet, cushions, and blankets
-Towel, made out of a rough material, capable of absorbing and holding water
-Rope, black, non-flammable
-Whistle, made of steel, with gilt engravings and hanging on a steel chain
-Pencil, black
-Parchment, normal
-Sketchbook
-Books, mostly military fiction, some mysteries, some romance
-Blanket, made from cotton, edges lined with fur, with down stuffed in the middle, picturing the visage of a knight slaying a dragon with a spear
-Goggles, with an adjustable leather headband, the green steel frame decorated with gold clouds
-Utility knife, made of steel, closes into an iron handle with gold plates
-Spare pouches
-Canteen w/ Water
-Furry Robe, hooded, made from satin, with bear fur stitched into the hems and inside
-Bear pajamas, hooded, with feet, not made from bear
-Extending 10ft. Pole
-Petroleum Jelly, a rare slick substance for covering sores, hard to get rid of without soap and water
-Nibbluns brand rations, delicious
-Sunglasses, made with a steel frame, tinted green
-Extending Snorkel
-Sewing Kit
-Condoms, for holding water in emergencies, and other stuff
-Ball, made of blue rubber
-Chain Net, with weighted balls connecting the chains, for capturing prey
-Ball Bearings, small and steel
-Chocolate, also delicious
-Black Box of Aggressive Poisonous Spiders, capable of opening only when intended to
-Black Box of Scorpions, capable of opening only when intended
-Brush, with silver handle and a mirror on the back
-Comb, made of jade
Bottles of Wine, on wagon
Blankets and cushions, on wagon
Chest of Clothes, on wagon
Fire-Starting Kit, on wagon
Skitsureshumbanaroclessandamun (Single Weapon, Sword)
Nananananananananananananana (Ranged Weapon, Revolver)Can be used 7 times, then requires a successful reload roll to use it again.

Appearance: About five feet tall when standing up straight, this diamond dog has a fine, silvery coat that's lovely to rub up against, and small, curved horns sticking out on top of his head, between his ears. He normally wears comfortable, loose robes with a silk sash tied around his middle, keeping his shovel and sword tucked into it, his footpaws wearing a comfortable pair of straw sandals.

Backstory: Grovakussindamun was born to wealthy nobles in an infernal, dark country, being the son of a count and countess who would regularly wage battle with the neighboring territories for gold and treasure to claim, lose, and reclaim, using undead and enchanted hordes. Unfortunately for them, he was normally too lazy to participate in such activities, preferring to stay home and eat, drink, or sleep in his positively huge bed, wrapped up under layers and layers of thick, comfortable blankets. Eventually, he would get bored of that, as well, and would pack up a wagon with as much comforts as he could, before setting out to more peaceful and pastoral regions, preferring the simplicity of day-to-day life on the road with all the money in the treasury to spend. He would regularly gain connections, make friends and enemies, and search for someone to take as his wife. He had no intentions of starting a proper family, at least yet, but the option of romance was always something he would pursue if it presented itself to him.

He generally has a positive attitude, and tries to exude a lordly charisma, trying to take charge in a group and offering promises and conditions to enemies. He has respect for the dead borne from combat, and places proper respect for the body and the soul that inhabited it high in his priorities. He dislikes the undead.

Skitsureshumbanaroclessandamun is his primary weapon, a curved sword where the scabbard and handle become flush when fully and properly inserted, looking like little more than a curved piece of wood. The scabbard and handle are both made from a breed of ironwood local to his native country. The design is odd, but he normally places more emphasis on non-lethal damage, and prefers not to mortally wound his opponents, reflected by his preference to keep the blade sheathed, using the weapon as a club or some other blunt weapon. The sword's name is reflective of his culture, where long names are common for nobility and their arms,as it reflects positively on someone who can remember the names and weapons of their peers and enemies. When he is among non-nobles, he prefers to call it by the shortened form, Skitsureshum.

Nananananananananananananana is his sidearm, a seven-shot revolver he obtained from the body of a desert wanderer as he traveled through a country of burning sands and no water. The weapon is a masterpiece of brutal beauty, with subtle etchings in the dark iron, which have partially faded away, as well as a minuscule statue of a lion serving as its sight. He has an abundance of ammo, keeping it in a bag on his waist, reloading sloppily but quickly.