Roll 4d6, drop lowest and re-roll 1s once. 

I haven't been on site in a while, so I don't know if the manipulated rolls tag has gotten worse or better since, but I recommend making your rolls in a separate post then immediately below in the next post post your application quoting your ability scores.

Don't let your rolls talk you out of posting an application, I have a system I've been using for a few years now that almost all of my players have loved where everyone votes on the set of ability scores they want to use.

• You're a researcher, sage, archeologist or something of this nature arriving at The Last Hearth, which is a small fortified trading outpost on the northern most edge of civilization, and you're preparing to head out into the unknown on an expedition trying to verify rumors of ancient giant ruins deep within the Skyfrost Tundra.
• You've been exiled or are fleeing north. Possibly from a southern kingdom, possibly from the capital city of the Bowen Empire, Noubourg City.
•  You're a cold weather specialist; as your final task before graduating from the survivalists' guild, you've been tasked with venturing into the Skyfrost Tundra and surviving three days and two nights.
• You're a Bowen Empire guard that as been temporarily stationed at The Last Hearth.
• You're an adventurer who is simply passing through, but with the rough winter weather you have spent the past few days inside the warm tavern.
• You're friends with Grizelda "Grizz" Stonehand, the middle-aged dwarven merchant who is in need of your help.
• You're a Bowen Empire scout, making your annual trek along the borders of the unknown ensuring no threats are present, and you've stopped temporarily at The Last Hearth.

You may come up with your own plot hook.

Put your backstory and plot hook in here please.

I was born a trouble maker, looking to cut corners when ever possible.  I was arrested  for stealing Medicare checks from the local retirement home. I was given a choice, join the military or go to jail.  I chose Military, put in the minimum amount of time and in the free time I had, I would go to the library.  The military library actually had a robust selection on arcana.   I made a pact with one of the Old Ones (Duke Brothers: Randolph and Mortimer).  I became a Warlock when not peeling potatoes.  I was getting out when my folks sent me a letter stating that Uncle Griz needed assistance. My parents strongly suggested that I go to him 1st and they would have a nice present for me when I returned from the north (needing to bring a certified notarized letter that I did go and help Uncle Griz.

I am a Great great Nephew on his mother's side of Grizelda "Grizz" Stonehand, the middle-aged dwarven merchant who is in need of my help.

Backstory: Dorn lived to become an honorable knight. His childhood was spent holding a sword. Dorn’s master would strike without warning whenever he was not paying attention. Though he was still considered a child to his parents on his 18th birthday we decided to become a knight. Having trained all his life, joining the Knights of the Evergreen was easy enough. For five years Done lived his dream as a squire until he was promoted to an official knight. 

For his first mission as a knight he was sent to the town of Acrine. What was thought to be a simple task turned into a nightmare. The whole city had been turned into the undead. The knights that traveled with Dorn were cut down one by one. In a moment of desperation Dorn listened to the voice of a power he did not understand. Accepting a fiends deal fought through the horde of undead and made it back to the Knights of the Evergreen. Having been marked by a Fiend, Dorn was exiled to the North.

The wind has always called to me. Raised in a remote mountainside temple to The Stormmother (or whatever the god of storms would be in your world), I was taught to understand the chaos and fury of the storms. When her voice last came to me, she sent me north. I am unsure what I'm supposed to do next, but the one thing I am certain of is the answer awaits me at The Last Hearth.

Charis grew up as a slave after his home was attacked by bandits. Fortunately he was saved by an adventurer traveling to The Last Hearth, where he was cared for by the people of the outpost, particularly by Grizelda "Grizz" Stonehand. After becoming of age, he became a cold weather specialist with innate magical abilities.

Not long ago, he was tasked with venturing into the Skyfrost Tundra and surviving three days and two nights. And to his surprise, Grizelda also wrote him a letter asking for his help.

Sanazira Viruvrix is, by this time, very.  Very.  Very.  Very tired of being pushed around.  She was always the smallest in her wandering tribe of barbarian (goliaths? half-orcs?); and she was female.  And so the stormy temper that in a larger male would have led to a life marked from birth for warrior greatness, in her, only pushed away those few compassionate agemates and elders who would have stood up for her.  It actually wasn't that much of a change for the worse when her first solo hunting expedition that was supposed to at least win her the nominal respect of adulthood ended with the Dread Pirate Omgutheth shanghaing her when she wandered too near the coast.  He at least had pretensions of gentility that wouldn't allow him to stoop to **** ... which was a good thing for him, as the first of his pirate crew to try it triggered the full fury of her storm totem for the first time in her life, gaining her a place among the pirate crew and a fearsome reputation but not surviving long enough to gain any of the benefit(WIP)