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Alexandra (Alex) Weir
NG Female Human
Slayer (Sniper Archetype) 1
Str 11, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 10
Languages: English, Spanish

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Defense
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AC: 17, Touch: 14, Flat 13 (3 Armour + 4 Dex + 0 Shield)
HP 12/12 (10 class + 2 Con)
Fort +4 (2 class + 2 Con), Ref +6 (2 class + 4 Dex), Will +2 (1 trait + 1 Wis)
CMD: 15 (10 + 1 BAB + 4 Dex)

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Offense
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Base Atk +1
CMB: +1 (1 BAB)
Speed: 30 ft.
Melee: Knife, Switchblade +1 (1d4, 19-20x2)
Ranged: Assault Rifle +5 (1d10, 20x4)
Ranged: Semi-Auto Pistol +5 (1d8, 20x4)

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Class Features
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Weapon and Armor Proficiency: A slayer is proficient with all simple and martial weapons, as well as with light armor, medium armor, and shields (except tower shields).

Studied Target (Ex): A slayer can study an opponent he can see as a move action. The slayer then gains a +1 bonus on Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, and Survival checks attempted against that opponent, and a +1 bonus on weapon attack and damage rolls against it. The DCs of slayer class abilities against that opponent increase by 1. A slayer can only maintain these bonuses against one opponent at a time; these bonuses remain in effect until either the opponent is dead or the slayer studies a new target. If a slayer deals sneak attack damage to a target, he can study that target as an immediate action, allowing him to apply his studied target bonuses against that target (including to the normal weapon damage roll).

Accuracy: At 1st level, a sniper halves all range increment penalties when making ranged attacks with a bow, crossbow, or firearm.

Human FCB: Gain 1/6 of a new slayer talent (1/6).

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Feats
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Point Blank Shot: +1 attack and damage on targets within 30 feet

Precise Shot: No penalty for shooting into melee

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Traits
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Hunter’s Blood: You earn a +1 trait bonus on Diplomacy when used to gather information, Knowledge (religion), and Survival when used for tracking when related to an undead quarry. Choose one as these as a class skill. The undead have a +1 bonus on any roll to learn about you, as your family’s fame precedes you.

Auspicious Tattoo: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Will saving throws

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Skills
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7 skill ranks (+6 class +1 Int)

Diplomacy [1] +4
Knowledge (Dungeoneering) [1] +5
Knowledge (Local) [1] +5
Perception [1] +5
Sense Motive [1] +5
Stealth [1] +7 (+8, -1 for armor penalty)
Survival [1] +5

Background Skills:

Handle Animal [1] +1
Sleight Of Hand [1] +4 (+5, -1 for armor penalty)

Semi-auto pistol (40gp, 2lb)
Pistol cartridges (50) (5gp, --lb)
Assault Rifle (50gp, 9lb)
Assault Rifle Cartridges (100) (10gp, --lb)
Knife, Switchblade (5gp, 1lb)
Studded leather armor (25gp, 20lb)
Smartphone (20gp, --lb)
20gp

Nobody quite knew when it started, but everyone in their small Appalachian town knew that the Weirs were the ones to call if anything, well, weird happened. Spooky noises in the cemetery? A creature in the woods that didn’t seem natural? Somebody dabbling in Things Man Ought Not To Know? Let the Weirs know and they'd take care of it, so everyone else could go on with their lives.

Most kids got a party to commemorate turning 13. Alexandra Weir got her own gun and an intricate tattoo on her back.

“An abstract representation of the seven-pointed star” her father told her when showing her the design. “A symbol of the Cherokee nation, but also one of protection.” He sighed, and kissed her forehead gently. “You’ll need it, little one. We all do.”

One of the downsides to that kind of life is that you don’t get to spend too much time thinking about the future. When Alex graduated high school she still didn’t have any idea of what to do next. She was good with a gun and excelled at hunting down monsters, but she wasn’t sure how to turn that into a career. Maybe the military? In the meantime, she stayed home and worked at the local gas station.

The rest of her class split into two camps: those like Alex who stuck around, and those who used college as an excuse to get as far away as possible. Alex’s best friend, Sam Royston, was one of the latter. He was going to Portland State University. Basically as far away as he could get while still technically being in the same country. When Alex asked him why, he just shrugged. “There’s gotta be more than this out there, right? And I’m going to find it.”

They promised to keep in touch, but that resolution didn’t last long. Sam didn’t come home for Christmas, and by February Alex hadn’t heard from him in weeks. Then one morning she woke up to a panicked voicemail.

“Alex?” Sam’s voice was shaking. “Alex please I need your help. I’m in over my head and I don’t know what to do. You’re the only one I know who handles this sort of stuff. Just...just please call me back as soon as you get this.”

Alex called back immediately, but Sam didn’t pick up. He didn’t respond to her texts either. She kept calling him, over and over, leaving her own voicemails. She never got a response. His parents hadn’t heard from him in a few days. No one had.

The next day Alex took her savings and bought a one-way ticket to Portland. Her parents thought she was crazy. Hell, she thought she was crazy. But Sam was her friend, and he’d begged her for help.

In Portland, Alex headed straight for the college. She managed to track down Sam’s roommate, and with a bit of fast-talking got him to let her in the room. Unfortunately all he could tell her was that Sam hadn’t been to the dorms in a week. He hadn’t realized there was anything wrong, as Sam had been spending a lot of time over at a friend’s place. The roommate had no idea who this friend might be, and Alex couldn’t find any clues among Sam’s belongings. She filed a missing person’s report, got a motel room, and kept looking.

Three days later, the police pulled a body out of the Columbia with Sam’s school ID in its pocket. The body was too mangled to really be identified, but given the circumstances they were sure it was Sam’s. She’d been too late.

Common sense told Alex to head back home. Sam was dead. There was nothing more she could do in Portland.

Common sense could go to hell. Someone or something had killed Sam, and if left alone it would just keep killing. This may not have been her town, but this was what she did. It didn’t take her too long to find a group of people that handled more...unusual situations. Working with the Riot Crew gave her a job to pay the bills and access to information that might help her figure out what had happened to Sam.

Sam had been right. There was something more out there.

And she was going to kill it.

1. Alex is determined to find out what happened to Sam. She wants to track down whatever or whoever killed him so she can stop them from hurting anything else. However, with no real clues to go on, she's currently limited to feeling out what's going on in the magical community and seeing if any of it seems relevant.

2. No one ever talks about when the Weirs became the unofficial guardians of their small town. However, Alex believes that it started with her father. He came from somewhere other than Appalachia, though he's never said where, and he has an almost encyclopedic knowledge about the monsters they fight.

3. Alex feels very strongly that it's her duty to protect people from the things they don't know exist, and feels a little guilty about working as a mercenary. Unfortunately good intentions don't pay the bills, but she worries that if she ever compromises her ideals for money she'd be no better than a monster herself.

Alex is small, quiet, and easy to miss if you're not specifically looking for her. Like many from the Appalachians she has some Cherokee in her background, which shows in her straight black hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. She typically dresses in a leather jacket, t-shirt, and faded blue jeans. Hidden beneath those clothes she has an intricate tattoo on her back.