Here's a summary of my Hexblade. ^_^
Stefan Lorenz, Half-Elf Hexblade[ +- ] Quick Sheet
Stefan, Half-Elf Hexblade 1 (Outlander)
HP 10/10 ■ AC 16 (Hide, Shield) ■ Speed 30
Abilities Str -1 ■ Dex +2 ■ Con +2 ■ Int +0 ■ Wis +2 ■ Cha +3
Saves Wis +4, Cha +5
Skills Arcana +2, Athletics +1, Deception +5, Perception +4, Stealth +4, Survival +4
Languages Common, Draconic, Elvish, Giant
Features Darkvision 60, Fey Ancestry, Hexblade's Curse (1/1), Wanderer
Attacks
■ Eldritch Blast: Ranged 120 ▪ +5 vs AC ▪ 1d10 force damage
■ Battleaxe (Hex Warrior): Melee ▪ +5 vs AC ▪ 1d8+3 piercing damage (versatile 1d10)
Pact Magic Spell Save DC 13, Spell Attack +5
■ Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, Prestidigitation
■ 1st (1/1): Hex, Protection From Evil & Good
Equipment Traveler's clothes, rod (arcane focus), signal whistle, backpack, bag of 1,000 ball bearings, bedroll, crowbar, flute, grappling hook, hammer, healer's kit (10/10 uses), hunting trap, 10 pitons, 5 days' rations, 50-foot hemp rope, shovel, 2 bars of soap, 5 torches, waterskin, 9 gp, 6 sp, 6 cp.
[ +- ] Appearance
● Ht: 6'2" ● Wt: 145 lbs.
● Eyes: Bright Gray
● Hair: Dark
● Skin: Light Tan
● Tall, broad-shouldered, slender and sporting a full beard, Stefan would easily pass as a human, his Elven blood only belied by his pointed ears, which he hides under his long, dark hair. His skin is lightly tanned from hours under the sun, and his deep, bright-gray eyes are ever keenly observant, as if the young half-elf is always aware of his surroundings. He moves with the easy grace of a panther, and speaks with a musical lilt that is akin to that of the Elves.
[ +- ] Backstory
Born of an illicit affair between a married human noblewoman and a wandering elven warrior, Stefan has had quite a rough childhood, never feeling at home within the halls of his mother's ancestral home, Lorenz Manor. Worse, as he grew into his teens, he had relations with the daughter of the noble house Antemeier, and their union led to the young woman's pregnancy. Out of shame, he was disowned by and cast out of the Lorenz Clan.
Disowned by his family and hunted by mercenaries sent by House Antemeier, Stefan was forced to flee his home town and live in the wilderness. He became quite accustomed to such a life, though he still proved ill-prepared for an encounter against dire wolves some years later.
It was as he lay on the ground, dying from wounds inflicted by the dire wolves, that he was visited by Wyrmfang, which appeared to him in a vision as a mystical sword with draconic themes in its design. A pact was made, and Stefan arose as Wyrmfang's hexblade, with only long-healed scars to serve as memory of that pivotal moment in the half-elf's life.
Now he seems to be a wanderer, going with no direction that is clear in his mind, but in truth, he is guided by visions and impressions visited upon him by his patron, Wyrmfang. He travels to this Keep not because he wants to be there, but because he feels like he's being pulled to the place.