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3 posts. Alias of legoguy4492.


Full Name

Xavelor

Race

Half-elf

Classes/Levels

1 Witch

Gender

Male

Age

40

Strength 10
Dexterity 14
Constitution 12
Intelligence 20
Wisdom 10
Charisma 7

About Xavelor

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Attacks
Light Crossbow: +2 attack, 1d8 damage
Morningstar: +0 attack, 1d8 damage
AC=13(12 Touch, 11 Flat)
FORT 1
REF 2
WILL 4(Base+Dual Minded)
Speed 30 ft
Init 4(DEX+Elven Reflexes)
Perception 3 (1 rank + Keen Senses)
HP 7

Feats:
Feats:Extra Hex(I chose misfortune), Armor Proficiency Light

Skills:

Skills:
Craft 1 rank +9
Fly +2
Heal 0
Intimidate -2
Knowledge(Arcana) 1 rank +9
Knowledge (History) 1 rank +9
Knowledge (nature) 1 rank +9
Profession 0
Spellcraft 1 rank +9
Use Magic Device -2
Non class skil: Sleight of Hand 1 rank +3

Traits:

Traits:Cooperative Combatant:You gain a +2 trait bonus on attack rolls to perform the aid another action. Elven Reflexes:+2 to initiative

Racial Traits:

Racial Traits
Elven Immunities
Dual Minded
Keen Senses
Elven Blood
Arcane Training

Class Abilities:

Class Abilities
Spells
Hex(Evil Eye, Misfortune)
Patron(Insanity)
Witches Familiar(Comsognathus)

Background:

Xavelor lived a happy life as a child in his town, although he has a adventurous streak, which got him in trouble quite a few times. His life was uneventful until the age of 25, when exploring in the woods, he came across a tribe of orcs. A chieftain was rallying them, telling them about subverting other orcs and eventually attacking the town, when the time was right. Xavelor immediately rushed back and told the townsfolk, who told him he was crazy. He, believing that everybody was very ignorant, shut himself off, trying to find ways to save the town. However,before long, his own isolation made him crazy. Rumors were spread that he was practicing witchcraft, and the townspeople hated witchcraft. They showed up at his door, shouting and burning down his home. He barely escaped. He retreated into the woods, where he found "Compy" his best friend and familiar. Still convinced there was going to be an orc attack, he watched and waited. He waited so long, that before long, even he was starting to disbelieve his own words. Until one day, it happened. Xavelor ran in, but he was no match for their sheer numbers. He woke up under a pile of bodies, he was lucky to survive. Xavelor felt extreme sorrow and anger at this slaughter, but knew what had to be done. He buried all he bodies, and made a vow, one that he will never let this happen again, and he would try to destroy all evil, no matter the cost