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Init +2; Senses Perception +3
AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 6 (1d6)
Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +2

Speed 30 ft.
Melee Spear +1 (1d8+1/x3)
Str 12, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 17
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 13
Feats Spell Focus (Enchantment)
Skills Bluff +7, Knowledge (Nature) +6, Spellcraft +5, Use Magic Device +7
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan
Traits Devotee of the Green Faith, Sharp-Eyed
Special Laughing Touch (6/day), touch attack, can cause a creature to burst out laughing for 1 round.
Spells; 4 per day; 4/2 known
0: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic
1: Color Spray (DC 14), Hypnotism (DC 17)

Jentraxian was a lonely traveler for a time, running away from his home in Cassomir for reasons that can't be remembered anymore. He did what he could to survive, but being a soft and petulant boy, he didn't last long on his own and was eventually pressganged into a small bandit camp as a peon. As maturity came, so did his sorcery develop, and he eventually started to develop into a stronger part of the raiders, using his spells to disable while his companions stole and fled. The bandits were becoming more and more bloodthirsty, though, and Jen decided to up and leave one night while on watch. He traveled again, far less glum but still kind of a callow snot, and made his way to Absalom eventually. The Pathfinders sounded like something fun to do, as profitable as banditry without the coarse personalities involved.