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12 posts. Alias of JamZilla.


Full Name

Aiden Lightfoot

Race

Halfling

Classes/Levels

Ninja 1

Gender

Male

Size

Small

Age

26

Alignment

LE

Languages

Common, Halfling, Elven

Occupation

Messenger

Strength 9
Dexterity 18
Constitution 14
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 12
Charisma 16

About Aiden Lightfoot

Personal:

Aiden Lightfoot
Male Halfling Ninja 1
LE Small Humanoid (halfling)
Hero Points 1
Init +4; Senses Perception +5

Defense:

AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 11 (+4 Dex, +1 size)
hp 9 (1d8+1)
Fort +2, Ref +7, Will +0; +2 vs. fear

Offense:

Speed 30 ft.
Melee Wakizashi +5 (1d4/18-20/x2) and
Wakizashi +5 (1d4/18-20/x2)
Ranged Shuriken +5 (1/x2) and
Sling +5 (1d3/x2)
Special Attacks Sneak Attack +1d6

Statistics:

Str 11, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 8, Cha 16
Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 13
Feats Weapon Finesse
Traits Dirty Fighter, Family Ties
Skills Acrobatics +8, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplomacy +7, Disable Device +8, Disguise +7, Escape Artist +8, Fly +6, Perception +5, Stealth +12, Use Magic Device +7
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Varisian
SQ Fearless, Hero Points (1), Poison Use
Combat Gear Shuriken (20), Sling, Sling bullets (10), Studded leather armor, Wakizashi, Wakizashi; Other Gear Backpack (empty), Bandolier, Chalk (5), Piton (2), Saw, Soap, Thieves' tools, Twine (50')

Tracked Resources:

Shuriken - 0/20
Sling bullets - 0/10

Special Abilities:

Murderer +1 damage when flanking.
Reactionary +2 bonus to inititiative
Fearless +2 racial bonus vs Fear saves.
Hero Points (1) Hero Points can be spent at any time to grant a variety of bonuses.
Poison Use You don't accidentally poison yourself with blades.
Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.

Backstory:

Do. Not. Fear.

He had told himself this so often it had become a mantra.

He stood at the corner of Wind street and Long alley, dressed in black, cloaked in shadow, palms sweating, a knot in his stomach. Aiden had melted into the shadows like smoke on the wind. He had followed his mark for days to become familiar with his movements. Within minutes he would be in sight, heading toward the dock on Mill Pond.

The man was a half-orc named Belok and Uncle Emmitt wanted him to get a message. He didn't question his Uncle. Talingarde is a large city with plenty of room for 'businessmen' of all persuasions to have room to operate. Unfortunately for Belok, he had strayed into Emmitt's territory. Aiden, was to deliver a message.

The city watch had never really bothered with Emmitt. So what if a few crates went missing from the ships in the harbor? Who cared if some of the passing caravans didn't fully declare their goods? Emmitt had done more to keep the peace than half a dozen guard captains in years gone by. Those had been the good old days. Now, there were more and more Paladins and Inquisitors of Mitra prowling the streets. Their interminable presence had all but choked Emmitt's peaceful smuggling operation. Aiden knew of a potentially lucrative deal between his Uncle and the Long-hand gang but unfortunately, Belok had moved in and within months had a lucrative protection racket operating. Aiden had a soft spot for orphans, beggars and needy. Long years in this city had taught him they were often the best sources of information on the street. He looked after them and they looked after him. It was something he had learned from Emmit after he had rescued him as a squalling babe from that grim, disease-ridden whorehouse. Worse still, Belok's presence seriously jeopardised the deal with the Long-hands.

There. The half-orc turned the corner. But he wasn't alone, a tall, broad shouldered human man accompanied him. Protection. Wise, but futile.

He moved swiftly and silently. "Do not fear" he told himself again. First, remove the threat.

His first strike sliced through the human's knee, driving him down to the ground with a grunt, his second ended hilt deep in his throat. Send a message. Twist. Let Belok see the blood flow.

The Half-orc turned to run. Despite his small size, Aiden was faster than most of his kind and, living up to his family name, he closed the gap between them in a heartbeat. Leaping, impossibly high, he vaulted over his prey, his left arm grasping in a kind of headlock. With a twist, he threw his weight backwards and flipped them both, somehow landing on Belok's chest, the razor sharp blade a fraction from his throat.

"You were foolish to come to Sandpoint, Belok."

"P...please. I have money.

"I know." said the halfling with a snarl. "taken from the folk of Emmitt's Place. You should have remembered, Belok, there are eyes in the darkness. Always. I am to deliver a message so you should not forget your foolishness."

The blade pierced the half-orc's right eye as easily as if it were passing through water.

Suddenly, the air was filled with noise and light, several thunderstones cracked all around him. He was dimly aware of being thrown to the ground by a well armored human, a dog snarling in his face, straining at the leash, eager for his blood. Stripped of his weapons, bleeding from nose and mouth he was hauled away. To his amazement he saw Emmitt standing in the gathering crowd. He was laughing with a man Aiden didn't know but recognised from his clothing as a member of the Long-hands.

It was in that moment that he realised for the first time what he was. A tool. A disposable tool that had served its purpose. The man he called Uncle but loved like a father had betrayed him. Used him to remove the competition and to gain favour with his new business partners. He swore to himself that no matter how long it took, no matter what he must do, one day he would look his Uncle in the eye and demand to know if all the gold was worth his life. Then he would remove his lying tongue and watch him choke on his own blood.

Personality::

Aiden stands just over three feet tall. He is small and slight but fleeter of foot than most halflings. He is handsome and quick to smile amd laugh. He has something of a silver tongue, particularly with the ladies but this is all part of his demeanor. what he really seeks is information, a weakness or a way out. He comes from humble beginnings as an orphan in a whorehouse after his mother died in labour and since being given a chance at life by his benefactor, he feels duty-bound to honour 'Uncle' Emmitt, repaying the dead of life he owes him. He is very disciplined which can also be a weakness. He is unquestioning of the person he decides is his leader or teacher, seeing it as his duty to obey, no matter the order. He may question the method, but never the act itself. He believes that every life he takes leads him inevitably toward his former master and father-figure. All he wants to know is 'why?'


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