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Male Human Swashbuckler 3
LN Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init +6; Senses Perception +6
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Defense
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AC 20; touch 16; flatfooted 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex, +1 Misc.)
HP 30
Fort +2,Ref +7, Will +1
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Offense
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Speed 30ft
Melee Masterwork Scimitar +9 (1d6+4+3 Precise Strike)
Range Light Crossbow +7 1d8
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Statistics
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Str 13, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 10,Cha 14
Base Atk +3; CMB +3; CMD 19/14 Fl
Feats Dervish Dance, Dodge, Weapon Focus (Scimitar)
Traits Charming, Fencer, Graft: Iron Arm
Skills
Acrobatics +10
Bluff +8
Climb +1
Diplomacy +8
Disguise +2
Escape Artist +4
Fly +4
Intimidate +2
Knowledge (local) +6
Perception +6
Performance (dance) +7
Stealth +5

Languages Common
Other Gear Prosthetic Arm, Backpack (masterwork), Bedroll, Tindertwigs (20), Cards, Oldlaw Whiskey (per bottle), Soldier's uniform, Silk Rope, Tobacco
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TRACKED RESOURCES
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Charmed Life +2 (3/day)
Panache (2/day)

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Special Abilities
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Deed: Derring-Do Spend 1 panache to add 1d6 when making Escape Artist, Fly, Ride, or Swim
Deed: Dodging Panache When attacked, spend 1 panache to step 5 ft. and gain +Charisma bonus to AC
Deed: Opportune Parry and Riposte 1 panache and 1 AoO to attempt to parry a melee attack, then counterattack as immediate action
Panache[b] Pool +2
[b]Charmed Life 3/day Choose to add Charisma bonus to save before roll is made
Deed: Kip-Up While have 1 panache, stand up from prone as move action w/o AoO or swift action for 1 panache
Deed: Menacing Swordplay While have 1 panache, demoralize struck opponent as swift action.
Deed: Precise Strike While have 1 panache, bonus to atk/damg w/ light/one-handed piercing weaps.
Nimble +1 +1 dodge bonus to AC when wearing light or no armor.

Gavin lay in his bed staring out at the sun as it slowly rose above the mountains, waiting for the day to start. The man who had come by yesterday said that he might have a way to give him his arm back, and not just the crappy wooden prosthetic the doctors had given him to allow a sense of normalcy.

None of this was supposed to happen. It was just a routine patrol. But those bastard gnolls... They just came out of no where. Months without contact with the denizens of the Badlands had made them laxed in their training and before they knew it those gnolls were on them. He had tried to rally his men, but they were quickly scattering and falling apart.

That's when it happened.

A gnoll picked up a musket from one of his fallen men and fired it at him, a very convenient target on the back of his horse. The ball struck him in the shoulder and knocked him from the saddle of his horse. The beast panicked and took off, dragging Gavin, whose foot was trapped in the foothold of the saddle, along with him. Gavin's head was slammed against a log in the horse's panic and he fell unconscious.

When he awoke he had bandages wrapped around his head and his arm had been amputated. According to the doctors that had rushed him into surgery after one of his soldiers who was fleeing the battle had found him and hurried him back to the fort, the wound from the gunshot had been too bad and they had to amputate at the shoulder. "He was lucky to be alive", they said, but Gavin knew that his life was over. He knew the "promotion" from Leftenat to Captain was just all show. That he would never be allowed in the field again. That they were just going to shove him in a box until he finally kicked the bucket.

A grim smile crossed Gavin's lips. Well, not so quite a box as a hole-in-the-wall He pulled himself out of bed as the light flooded through his window and began to get ready. He put away the half-empty bottle of whiskey and rolled himself a smoke before starting. He shaved the stubble off his face and slicked his long hair back and tied it in a pony-tail in accordance to his uniform. Grabbing his prosthetic from the nightstand, he pulled it on, strapping it down in place with a series of buckles and straps. Then he pulled his old uniform out from his dresser, making sure to put his chainshirt on underneath. Finally, he put his sheathed sword on his hip and adjusted himself in the mirror. If he was going to convince this man he needed his arm back he needed to look his best. He opened the door to his dorm and made his way down to the garden for the meeting.

Gavin is tall and thin at 6'1 and 160 lbs. He has long dark brown hair that he keeps pulled back in a ponytail most of the time. His features are a little worn for a 28 year old, but he retains his youthful energy. He has a few small scars on his face from when he fell from his horse and was dragged, but they do not mar his face. If anything they give him a grizzled handsome look. He is usually found in his officer's uniform with his chanshirt on under it and his sword on his hip. On his back he carries a backpack from his time as a soldier and his father's crossbow on his back for when a sword just won't cut it. He has dark green eyes that seem to be distant most times, like he was revisiting the day he lost his arm again and again.