Speed: 30 ft
Asterisks denote class skills
AC Penalty: 0
Dodge (lvl 1)
Skill Focus: Acrobatics (half elf)
Weapon Finesse (from rogue talent)
Mobility (lvl 3)
+2 to One Ability Score: Dex
Sneak attack: 2d6
Trapfinding: + 2
Trap Sense (Ex): + 1
Uncanny Dodge (Ex)
Favoured Class: Rogue
Bonus Favoured Class (Half-elf): Ranger
Blessing of Cayden Cailean
+1 Studded Leather Armor
Arrows x 20
Gold Chain with Kodiakborne Crest
Dragonhide Cleft-hammer Belt of Mighty Constitution +2
Mystery-Leather Fae-Gifted Boots
Ring of Protection +1
Masterwork Thief's Tools
Bag of Holding Type 1
Torch x 1
Rations x 3
Keg of Caydenbrew
Carrying Capacity: 38/76/115
Wealth: 333.40 gp
Zethyris's mother was Elayne, a human woman from Kantaria, and his father was an elf from a secretive village in the Barrowood. His mother had been travelling in a caravan and fell in love with the young elf who helped rescue her from bandits. As he was not permitted to leave, nor was she permitted to stay, Elayne moved to Westcrown to raise their child alone.
Zethyris grew up in the Hope's Altar district, spending his days at the docks and on the streets. His mother taught him basic literacy and mathematics, which was expanded on by Eron Greensleeves, a kindly priest of Cayden Cailean at a nearby orphanage. Ostracized by most of the children for his half-breed nature, he made few friends. Though he had to defend himself with his fists on occasion, he found that in his quick hands a wooden stick made a better weapon. In his adolescent years, he made some coin serving at an inn, and spent much time helping in the orphanage of Cayden Cailean with the old priest. Eron taught him how to make good use of his mind and wit, and shared his worship of the Lucky Drunk with the lad, as Eron was quite the brewer of Caydenbrew.
At the age of 19 Zethyris's life was drastically altered. Mere weeks after Eron was killed in a mugging, a fire started as a group of Hellknights raided the house adjacent to that of Zethyris and his mother. Zethyris was out at the time, but the resulting blaze burned down a section of waterfront including his house, with his beloved mother inside. With little more than what he had in his pockets, Zethyris decided to leave Westcrown and the memories it held.
That very evening, as Zethyris nursed a mug of the last Caydenbrew Eron gave him and considered his future, none other than Savol Kodiakborne and his companions walked into the dockside tavern. Already famous as a hunter of pirates and other vagabonds, Kodiakborne's entrance broke Zethyris's reverie. The large Ulfen walked into the near-empty common room, his crew laughing and cajoling loudly behind him. Kodiakborne surprised Zethyris by walking up to his table and calling loudly for "a round of what the half-elf is drinking." The bartender winced, and apologetically explained that the boy, a regular, was drinking his own brew and that he had no Caydenbrew in the stores. Zethyris, both cowed and awed by the nearness of such a man as Kodiakborne, haltingly offered to share what remained of Eron's last Caydenbrew as he pulled out a skin of the ale from his pack. Kodiakborne threw back a pint, and declared it the best he'd tasted south of Riddleport, then sat at Zethyris's table with his lieutenants Nayl Winterson and Julianda Shieldmaiden.
As the evening wore on, Zethyris listened in wonder as the three bandied words regarding their latest adventures. When the last of the Caydenbrew was in their cups, Nayl asked of Zethyris's story. When Kodiakborne learned they had just drunk the last of Zethyris's final gift from his dead mentor, he was taken aback. In return for unwittingly doing so, he offered Zethyris a boon. Zethyris asked only one thing: to come with Kodiakborne on his adventures. After some whispered discussion among the three, Kodiakborne agreed.
Since that night, Zethyris has travelled with Kodiakborne. He drilled with the rapier, finding his stick-fighting as a child gave him a natural gift with the slim blade. Over the next few years he served primarily as a scout and outrider under Nayl Winterson, as well as one of Kodiakborne's drinking partners. Hungering for adventure, Zethyris found that life with Kodiakborne was perfect. Dull moments were few and far between, and Zethyris became a loyal follower of the legend. When Kodiakborne announced that he was questing northward for his ancient kingdom, Zethyris would not be left behind. He goes onward for excitement, glory, and a place in legend.
Zethyris is a tall man with a slim build. His elven heritage is most evident in his pointed ears and high cheekbones, but his eyes are all his human mother's. Green, they seem to sparkle when he laughs. His dark blonde hair is cut to a medium length.
Zethyris is primarily motivated by adventure. He pursues excitement and new experiences, but not to the point where it is foolhardy. He is a quick and nimble swordsman, though also skilled with the shortbow. Zethyris worships Cayden Cailean, and is rarely without a skin of Caydenbrew. He believes in doing good whenever possible, and will always help a friend in need. However, he finds his personal moral creed to be far more important than rules and laws. He sees nothing wrong with stealing from the wealthy to help feed the poor, or delivering justice on the end of his rapier. Even so, he has a hatred of bandits and those who would forcibly steal, as well as any who prey on the innocent and poor. He has harbored these feelings ever since a mugger killed his friend and mentor Eron, and his mother burned to death in a fire indirectly caused by a band of armed robbers.