HP:30. Currently at 3 HP
BAB:+3
Fort:5
Ref:+0 or +1
Will:+0
AC: 10+ 0 or 1 dex+ 6 armor= 16 or 17
Feats: Bat shape
Skills:
: acrobat=4, fly=4, knowledge (nature)=5, perception=5 or 7 at night, survival=5, stealth=7, intimidate=6
Class abilities:
Damage reduction 1/-, rage 9 rounds/day, fast movement, animal totem rage power
Traits:
Reactionary,deceitful
Racial abilities:
+2 dex when transformed, Beastial form:(1d6 bite, +4 perception, scent 30 ft., or treat fall damage as 20 ft less), obscuring mist 1/day SLA, +2 on fly and perception at night.
backround:
When he was young he was born on a vast estate of a Lord Ackles. Born into the slave class of cheliax (although I can alter this to anywhere that would be convenient). His family was under this mans vampiric spell. His family being the subjects of sadistic experiments of the fiend. They were exposed to lycanthropy to become more akin to the creatures his lord preferred.
When the towns folk finally became aware of the immortal nature of his lord they came knocking at his door step with flames and pitchforks. Mistaking the mutated and twisted servants as spawn of Ackles, they proceeded to slay them viciously before the boys eyes, though they never did find his Master.
Happening upon the boy one of the locals named Gravous Lector took the unremarkable child in, thinking it a miracle that this innocent has been spared the ravages of this cursed place.
Then puberty hit... and the boy was at school when another boy had heard of Cruentus's beginnings and began bullying the thin, pale, large eared, bug eyed boy, and had went too far. He and his friends beat Cruentus within an inch of his life and then all of a sudden his latent genes kicked in.
Growing a maw of razor sharp teeth, his jaw elongating, his nose flattening, appendages becoming longer and more lithe, and his eyes turned milk white. Cruentus lashed out at the boy grabbing him like he had seen his old master do to so many, wrenching his head to the side and sinking his awful teeth into the vein of that ignorant boy.
Cruentus had his first taste of blood that day. A taste that would haunt him, not just because he had killed a human being, but because he had enjoyed it. After he had realized the horror of what he had done Cruentus ran. He ran into the woods to a place he often went when he felt out of sorts.
Scared, tired, and alone Cruentus didn't know what to do and finally decided to go home. When he returned though he was not greeted by the loving arms of his adopted father, but rather the burning flames of what used to be his home, accompanied by the screams of his adopted family.
Fortunately for the townsfolk Gravous was a kind a loving father and had instilled in the boy a solid moral base. Though embittered, Cruentus was intelligent and understood why the townsfolk reacted the way they did. He blamed only two people for his family's death, himself and Ackles. With his guilt, new found blood thirst, and need for revenge, he made a vow. He would seek out his old Master and make him pay for this curse and his family's death.
