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Male Oread Monk (martial artist) 1
LN medium humanoid (Oread)
Init: +2; Senses: Perception: +4, Darkvision (60ft)

DEFENSE

AC: 20, Touch 19, Flat-Footed 15 (+2 Dex, +4 Wis)
hp: 9 (Favoured Class)
Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +7

OFFENSE

Speed 20 ft.

Melee Unarmed strike +4 (1d6+4)
Melee Flurry of blows (unarmed) +3/+3 (1d6+4)
Melee Punching Dagger +4 (1d4+4)
Melee Flurry of blows (Punching Dagger) +3/+3 (1d4+4)

STATISTICS

Str 18, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 8

Base Attack +0; CMB +4; CMD 16

Feats Stealthy, Dodge, Improved Unarmed Strike, Stunning Fist

Traits Zealot of the Order, Killer

Class Skills
Acrobatics: +6 (T)
Climb: +8 (T)
Escape Artist: +8
Intimidate: -1
Kn(History):--
Kn(Religion):--
Perception: +4
Perform: -1
Ride: +2
Sense Motive: +4
Stealth: +8 (T)
Swim: +4

Not-Class Skills
Appraise: +0
Bluff: -1
Diplomacy: -1
Disguise: -1
Fly: +2
Heal: +4

Race Abilities
Granite Skin
Mountain-Born
Stone in the Blood

Languages: Common, Terran

Grantarion was born in the Order. Brought up in their ways and Bred to be a killer.
He has never pushed against his teachings, instead he embraced them and believes with his entire being that the only way to bring peace and prosperity is to first bring death. He understands what must be done. Grantar takes the Orders most valuable teaching and applies it to every part of his life. Control. He hones his mind and body day and night. Every minute of every day he prepares for the moment of when peace is brought to the world and serenity prospers. Some in the order may call him cold and ruthless, some may even fear him. But non can comment on his effiency or his devotion.

Extract: Journals of Grantarion: Devotee of Justice and Order.

My 17th assassination. A merchant, Alafar Tarion, who had grown to fat and greedy by feeding on the rich and punishing the poor, his profits coming not only from jewels and trinkets but from slavery and war. In short he threatened our control and the peace we strive for.

The target himself was almost perfectly executed. I climbed high atop a beam and awaited him as he strode among the streets in the dead of night. I dropped down, silently killing both guards as I landed, then I drove my blade deep into his heart. However he took 2.1 seconds longer to die than I anticipated. Will resume my training immediately.

Grantarion skin is black as night and smooth as stone. His features seem as if they are chiselled into rock barely noticeable against the black, yet the darkness of his skin only seems to make his perfectly blue sapphire eyes shine the brighter. He turns revealing the small jade green crystalline spikes jutting from the back of his head, passing for the hair that he can never grow. Returning his hood to it's place his face is covered in shadow, wrapping the cloak about his body he jumps from the dives across the rooftop and is gone.

Grantar is a Zealot yet he does not let it cloud his judgement. He is cold and calculating to most, yet once he accepts a friend he will protect them, even if that means losing his life in the exchange. He often takes the most logical route and he rarely has flashes of inspiration yet he is efficient and loyal.

2 Wrist Sheaths
2 Punching Daggers
2 Smokesticks