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SPECIAL
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..Low-light Vision
..Elven Immunities: Immune to magic sleep effects, +2 saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects.
..Bravery: +1 bonus on Will saves against fear.
..Armor Training 1: +1 ACP (+1 max Dex), move full speed in Medium armor (stats integrated into Equipment above).
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#R = Number of ranks invested in Skill (3/level +1 [FC]) .
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FEATS
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Skill Focus (Sense Motive): +3 bonus (+6 at 10 ranks).
Point-Blank Shot: +1 attack and damage on targets within 30 feet.
Precise Shot: No penalty for shooting into melee.
Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Bastard Sword): No penalty on attacks made with one exotic weapon.
Combat Reflexes: Make additional attacks of opportunity equal to Dex bonus (+2 [Dex]).
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Cath’s mother, Eva Ringor, was employed in the oldest profession, as it were, and he was born a bastard in the lower class of Dutos. He doesn’t know who his father was, but he was obviously Elven (or at least half-Elven), given Cath’s racial mix. Cath grew up spending most of his time in the streets, playing and fighting with other boys. He never had any formal schooling, but he’s a quick study and has a natural talent for the martial arts.
Late in his youth, Cath found refuge—and himself—in the fighting pits of Dutos. There he found glory and honor in combat, and even managed to make a little bit of money by filling in at the Priest of Gorum’s request when acolytes were sparse. He eventually caught the eye of a businessman who was at the pits looking for new members for a security detail, and spent the next several years moving between towns as a convoy guard. The work was generally dull, but the money was good, and every now and then things could get exciting, at least.
Accustomed to getting along without much money, Cath has never found much use for the comforts of life that others seek out. Instead, he knows that the quality of his gear and the sharpness of his blade are paramount to his survival, and he lives by a simple creed, ‘Victory is life.’ His equipment represents his entire life’s fortune, and every copper he’s earned goes toward repairing and improving the few items that he chooses to carry. His sword of choice is a Bastard Sword—perhaps it was the name that drew him to the weapon in the first place—and he is skilled with a shortbow.
Eventually the convoy company went out of business and Cath found himself in Sharlstown, where he found an apprenticeship at the local sawmill. After a brief but spectacular affair with the miller's lovely daughter, Ryane, Cath has found himself back on the street, looking for another source of income.
Appearance
Tall, dark, fairly handsome. The scars on his arms and legs, and chin tell of many years of trained combat. Cath is accustomed to sleeping under the stars in the wilderness and doesn't mind dirt, as long as it stays away from his blades.
