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Male Halfling Paladin (Erastil) 1
HP: 10 (1d10)
Initiative +4, Senses: Perception +2(Keen Senses)
STR:11(0), DEX:15(2) CON:8(-1) INT:10(0) CHA:17(3) WIS:11(0)
BAB:+1 CMB:+0 CMD: 12
Speed: 20

AC:20 (+2Dex, +1Size +5Armor +2Shield) Touch: 13, Flat footed: 17
Fort:+2 Reflex:+3 Will:+3(+1 Halfling luck)

+2 Lance (1d6, 20/x3)
+2 Longsword (1d6, 19-20/x2)

Handle Animal 7, Ride 6, Sense Motive 4

Mounted Combat.

Fearless: Halflings gain +2 in checks agaisnt fear effects.
Detec Evil
Aura of Good
Smite Evil/1Day:As a swift action, the paladin chooses one target within sight to smite. If this target is evil, the paladin adds her Cha bonus (if any) to her attack rolls and adds her paladin level to all damage rolls made against the target of her smite. If the target of smite evil is an outsider with the evil subtype, an evil-aligned dragon, or an undead creature, the bonus to damage on the first successful attack increases to 2 points of damage per level the paladin possesses. Regardless of the target, smite evil attacks automatically bypass any DR the creature might possess.
In addition, while smite evil is in effect, the paladin gains a deflection bonus equal to her Charisma modifier (if any) to her AC against attacks made by the target of the smite. If the paladin targets a creature that is not evil, the smite is wasted with no effect.

Birthmark:This birthmark serves as focus for divine spellcasting, +2 checks agaisnt compulsion and charm. Chance Saviour:+2 Init. Saved the professor during last life.

Scalemail (+5 AC -4 Skills checks with STR and DEX)
Belt pouch:
Paladin kit:This includes a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, a flint and
steel, ink, an inkpen, an iron pot, a mess kit, rope, soap, a
old holy book, a small wooden icon, torches (10), trail rations (5 days),
and a waterskin.
Riding Dog.
52GP.

N Medium Animal
Init +2; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +8
Defense
AC 13, touch 12, flat-footed 11 (+2 Dex, +1 natural)
hp 15 (2d8+4)
Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1
Offense
Speed 40 ft.
Melee bite +3 (1d6+3 plus trip)
Statistics
Str 15, Dex 15, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 15 (19 vs. trip)
Feats Skill Focus (Perception)
Skills Acrobatics +6 (+14 jumping), Perception +8, Survival +1
(+5 scent tracking); Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics when
jumping, +4 Survival when tracking by scent

Jamir is not the shiniest paladin you will see out there, he curses in nine out of ten sentences, he doesn't tell people what to do, he does only two things he kicks evil butts, protect people, and when someone's about to do something very foolish he knocks that someones head until it begins working again.

Jamir is a typical halfling, in the countryside he looks like a peasant, in the city like a servant, in armor like a comediant. But those that look closely will find beyond his small stature a set of brown compassionate eyes, a body straight and mobile like steel, and know that this black haired halfling is not to be trifled with.

Wanna know how I became a paladin? How I met professor Lorrimor? Well sit down friend I love telling this history, and for somo reason no one I know accepts hearing it anymore... Well I reckon it began when I was yet a young halfling, you know this country Ustalav is a strange land one needs to keep his eyes open, and his arms strong, well I was a hunter for this village a good place, we still work very hard but the priest keep things in line... Wait what was I saiyng again? OH RIGHT, young hunter, you know being this size really helps with that, so one day I come back to the village during dark, creepy night no moon, blowing wind but no sounds of animals ya know? Still I was really tired, it had been a bad day for hunting, so I was walking nearly with bloody eyes closed when something dog-like jumps at me and nearly bites my leg off, more by luck than anything I manage to get my club and hit it, the thing howled in pain and runned off while I did you know what? Fell bloody uncouncious.

Wanna a cup of tea? Don't make that face, know what you're thinking camping on the road stories by the fire we drink mead right? Well I made a bloody vow never to drink again and bloody fool that I am I always keep my vows.

Now continuing, when I woke I was in the churc, it's a churc of Erastil by the way, with the priest looming over me with sleepless eyes, he smiled when I opened my eyes It was the worse sight of my life and I tell ya I've seen some bad things after becoming a paladin. But moving on the priest told me the baker wife had found me in the morning nearly dead from a bleeding wound he told me I had been might lucky... Yeah bleeding to near-death is luck sometimes eh? Then the baker and his son carried me to the church where the priest once saw me was pretty sure I was a lost cause but even so he tried to heal me, the priest is a good guy behind that ugly face, so he tells me that as he began healing the birthmark I got on my chest began to shine... Eh the birthmark form? I show it to you, look there in the bottom left of my chest kinda look like a bow and arrow. Or that is what the priest thought he said I was destined to serve Erastil as his paladin, and a lot of other things, so I ask him really gentle, if he isn't delirious because of lack of sleep, well he becomes very mad, and you know his face is really suited to furious snarls, so he throws me out the window... Calling me a stubborn idiot.

Well if I am stubborn then the priest is a rock, you know the Priest is the guy who makes the mead backhome though it's his brother-in-law the tavernkeeper who sells, so the priest comes to me in a night of festival and challenges me for a game of cards, at the church watered by his secret barrel of mead... Well being a total fool I accepted although to be fair I had a knack with cards, well what happened next was this: I kept getting drunker and drunker until I felt I could do anything so when the priest proposes a bet I accept if I won I would get three barrels of mead for free. And if I lost, well bet you already figured out what right? Yep I was to become a bloody holy-art-thou paladin. And yep I lost the damn priest cheated! I mean ever heard of a priest who cheats? Well to be fair I was also cheating so I guess I had it coming so the same moment our game ends the priest tells me to make the oaths of a paladin right at that moment, so yeah I'm probably the only paladin ever to have made oaths while drunk. Of course the damn priest knew I was going to keep my oaths I mean he brought me up... Damn but i miss the old bastard... C'mon let's change subject before I begin to cry eh?

So the professor? Well after making me paladin, the priest told me that while I had the talent I need training so he was like sending me to another monastery where an old paladin lived, well since I was now a paladin I reached the conclusion that It was my sacred duty to chase and kill the thing that attacked me, only for purely altruistic reasons atlhought I did smile when I bashed that foul beast head, but I'm getting ahead of myself. So there I am seeking the beast in the dark when I hear shuffling and screams so I ran towaard them there is this Middle-aged man wearing a scholars outifit being attacked by the beast and this time I saw it clealry, a beast both man both wolf, so before I think I jump towards it club in hand old shield made of an barrel top in the other shouting: Foul beast today I shall slay you!!(Smite) Well I probably woud've been killed if the professor dead companion had not weakened the werewolf before, but still I saved the guy and killed the beast so he told me one day he would pay me back, not sure if he left something for me but well I had honor his death wish so I going to his funeral... Well that was quite story eh? But it's best we went to sleep now or waking up will be like worse than the nine wrath.