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About Fuego the Cleanser

HP: 9/9 AC: 17 Init: +4
Fort: +4 Ref: +3 Will: +3
Traits:
Unhappy Childhood(Religion)
Flame of the Dawn Flower
Feats:
Skill Focus(Religion)
Sociable
Skills:
Bluff +6
Diplomacy +6
Intimidate +7
Knowledge
-Religion +8
Perception +8
Sense Motive +7
All other skills are at attribute modifier minus armor check penalty if applicable
Attacks:
Scimitar +2 1d6+2+1Fire 18-20/x2
Short Bow +3 1d6 x3 60ft 40 Arrows
Armor:
Studded Leather +3 +5 -1
Buckler +1 -1
Gear:
Inquisitor's Kit
-Bedroll
-Belt Pouch
-Candle x10
-Cheap Holy Text
-Flint and Steel
-Iron Pot
-Manacles
-Mess Kit
-Rope
-Soap
-Spell Component Pouch
-Torch x10
-Trail Ration x5 Days
-Waterskin
-Wooden Holy Symbol
23gp

Spells:
2
0:
Acid Splash
Brand
Create Water
Stabalize
1:
Burst Bonds
Cure Light Wounds

Domain:
Fire
-Fire Bolt: +3 1d6+1 Fire 30ft 5/D

Notes:
Low Light Vision
Adaptability
Elf Blood
Elven Immunities
Keen Senses
Multitalented

Background:
While Sarenrae is a goddess of mercy, she has a wrathful side. It is up to men like me to carry out her wrath. I will cleanse this city of the Corruption that has taken hold. Consider the idea of surgery. You cause a little bit of damage to do a whole lot more good. This idea can be applied to some people. By cleansing them from the area you are left with a better place for all else. This is both wrath and mercy. I shall be the one to remove these people.
I live in the Gray district using Sarenrae's mercy and wrath to aid those that work to keep the undead in check.
I wear a stylized flame themed mask and a wide brimmed hat. My hair is kept short and is not well seen with my hat. My outfit is designed to hide my real appearance and minimize grab points.
My mother was knocked up by a passing elven rake. Rather than face a scandle, my "family" droped me of at the Blessed Ones orphanage. Unfortunately the people who ran it were highly currupt. They quietly sold all their charges and poketed the money they got mto take care of the children. I have forced myself to forget much of my childhood. I remeber a shining moment where I found faith, and a holy symbol of the lady. I also remember being thoroughly beaten shortly after word. It did not work. Through my faith I found strength. When I successfully ran away, I joined the church. While their lessons of mercy were greatly needed, I knew there was more. I forged myself into a weapon. I became her wrath.