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Base Atk +2; CMB +4; CMD 17

Feats:
(1st)Combat Expertise
(1st Human)Improved Trip
(3rd)Extra Discovery: Tanglefoot Bomb

Discoveries:
(2nd)Infusion
(Gren. Bonus)Precise Bombs
(Extra)Tanglefoot Bombs

Traits:
Meticulous Concoction
Reactionary

Languages Common, Skald, Varisian, Elven

[]Acrobatics (Dex) +3
[b]Appraise (Int) +9
[]Bluff (Cha)
[]Climb (Str) +2
[b]Craft Alchemy (Int) +9
[]Diplomacy (Cha)
[x]Disable Device (Dex) +11(MW tools)
[]Disguise (Cha)
[]Escape Artist (Dex)
[x]Fly (Dex)
[b]Handle Animal (Cha) +4
[x]Heal (Wis) +4
[]Intimidate (Cha)
[x]Knowledge (Arcana) (Int) +9
[]Knowledge (Dungeoneering) (Int)
[b]Knowledge (Engineering) (Int)
[b]Knowledge (Geography) (Int)
[b]Knowledge (History) (Int)
[]Knowledge (Local) (Int)
[x]Knowledge (Nature) (Int) +9
[b]Knowledge (Nobility) (Int)
[]Knowledge (Religion) (Int)
[b]Linguistics (Int)
[x]Perception (Wis) +6
[b]Perform (Cha)
[b]Profession (Wis)
[]Ride (Dex)
[]Sense Motive (Wis)
[b]Sleight of Hand (Dex) +7
[x]Spellcraft (Int) +7
[]Stealth (Dex) +6
[x]Survival (Wis)
[]Swim (Str)
[x]Use Magic Device (Cha) +8

--Equipped--
MW Heavy Crossbow
30 bolts
MW Guisarme
Mithril Chain Shirt

--Alchemical Items--
3 Alchemist's Fire
3 Holy Water(I know this isn't alchemical, but it fits here)

--Other--
Alchemy Crafting Kit
Backpack
Bedroll
Bandolier
Flint and Steel
Ink and Inkpen
Mess Kit
Soap
2 Torches
Trail rations(4days)
Waterskin
MW Thieves tools
Hybridization Funnel

--Money--
742g
4s
1c

Prepared:
2xCLW
Shield
1 unprepared

List known:
Cure Light Wounds
Enlarge Person
Disguise Self
Shield
Targeted Bomb Admixture
Detect Secret Doors
Reduce Person

Alchemy bomb 2d6 x 6 bombs
Martial Weapon Proficiency(Guisarme)
Mutagen
Throw Anything
Discovery(Infusion)
Alchemical Weapon
Precise Bombs
Swift Alchemy

Ian Blank and I currently work as monster hunters of sorts. We grew up together, but we aren't what you would call friends. The only real reason I knew him at all was threw my younger sister Sadie. He was far to rough a character to be hanging around my sister, but I guess that same quality is what makes him so useful now. Regardless, as you might imagine the event needed to push the two of us together wasn't small. Ian killed my sister. To be fair, which I rarely am, it might have been at Ian's hands, but the ones who did it were the Crimson Host. Some freak show religious group that rolled into town one day with their "Miracle Cure." I wish I could wring their necks a thousand times over for what they did.

The night it happened we wound up in one of the churches. I've never been much of a believer but that night I was as devout as anyone. With the help of a few raves souls we managed to hide somewhere safe, but I never imagined some of the people among us weren't safe. Much less that they were Sadie and Ian. I'm still not really sure why they changed so much later. The amount of blood they took, how much time had passed. I don't know, but they started changing right then. I froze up. I honestly didn't know what to do. When Ian and Sadie started fighting I finally managed to move. I found a make shift club and I crack Ian in the back of the head. IT wasn't pretty, but I did what I had to. But it was too little too late. Somehow his nails had managed to tear open Sadie's throat. The last image I have of my sister is her choking on her own blood. I managed somehow managed to convince the others not to kill Ian. To just tie him up, but I'm still not really sure why. I wanted to kill him more than they did. But I didn't. And now he's saved my life more than once. I really don't know how I feel about that.

Once everything was over we tried to move on. To find new lives. But we couldn't escape from our old ones. Ian was changed into"something" by the blood, but he was the lucky one. Every night when I close my eyes I see my sister dying in front of me. Neither of us could let it go. The Crimson Host was already gone, but we needed vengeance. We found it in every person creature and THING that reminded us of that night. We, no, I won't EVER let anything like that night happen again. And there isn't a damn thing that can stop me.

'Dammit, dammit dammit!'
My sword is wet with blood, the girl is screaming, Ian is wounded and her father is lying in a pool of his own blood.
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We heard about this particular job from someone who fled the town. A fair number of people had been killed, but every time they thought they found the culprit the culprit themselves were killed. No one in the town could have committed all of the murders, so that leaves an outsider or a monster. This man decided to run. We won't.
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Sadie sobs into my chest as we hear the monsters just outside trying to get in.
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After arriving in town and examining the bodies it didn't take us long to figure out that we had a shapeshifter. It kills it's target and then takes it's place, killing more people before moving to a new identity. Ian's sure it's a demon. I like to be ready for anything.
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I hold Sadie to my chest as I sob over her bleeding corpse.
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We tracked down the demon, but it's not going to be pretty. It must have realized we were here. It's taken the shape of the blacksmith's daughter. We try to explain that his daughter is already dead. We try to show him by forcing the demon into it's true form. The blacksmith blindside Ian with a nearby hammer. He turns on me; I put him down. The "girl" starts screaming. The scream turns into a bone chilling howl as it's form begins to melt and change. I don't even have time to retch at it's form before it's on me. I fight, but I don't have the strength to hold back a beast like this. With a swing of it's arm, it tosses me across the room. The air gets knocked out of me as I collide with the wall. Before I can even crawl to my knees it's on me again, clawed hand raised high. Before it can drop, Ian plants his axe into it's head. Seizing the chance I plant my knife as deep into it's chest as I can.
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The villagers don't thanks us. They rarely do. It's not why we do this. We collect our pay and move on. We aren't done yet.
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I feel cold looking over Sadie's grave. I was told that I was fortunate there was a corpse left to bury. Many weren't so lucky. I don't think I'll ever really like Ian, but I could kiss him for nailing that bastard square in the nose.