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About Mwiba Kichaka 2

DEFENSE
AC 25, touch 13, flat-footed 23 (+2 Dex, +10 Armor, +2 Shield, +1 natural)
hp 55/55
Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +3

OFFENSE
Speed 20 ft.
Melee MWK Battleaxe +12 (1d8+7/x3)
Longbow +10 (1d8+6/x3)

STATISTICS
Str 19, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 6
Base Atk +5; CMB +9; CMD 22
Feats: Power Attack, Intimidating Prowess, Weapon Focus(Battleaxe), Weapon Specialization(Battleaxe), Dwarven Heritage, Combat Reflexes
Skills: Climb +8, Intimidate +13, Knowledge(DUNGEONEERING) +7, Knowledge(ENGINEERING) +7, Knowledge(PLANES) +4, Perception +4, Ride +7, Sense Motive +2, Swim +4
Languages: Terran, Draconic, Catfolk, Dwarven
Equipment: Full Plate(+1AC, Deflection, Vital Guard) 50lbs; mwk Battleaxe 6lbs; Living Heavy Steel Shield 14lbs; Longbow(100arrows) 18lbs; 240gp
Total: 88 (54 when wielding shield and axe)
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Granite Skin, Stone in the Blood, Darkvision(60ft), Magic Stone, Weapon Training (battleaxe)

BACK STORY
Mwiba was born to missionary parents in a catfolk village just west of the city of Restov on the Shike river. His name, Mwiba Kichaka, means "Thorn Bush" in the catfolk tongue. He was named so because when the elders of the village first saw him he was he was being brought into the world by a shaitan genie with the help of her dwarven husband. She might have died if not for the help of the catfolk nurses. The combination of a dwarf and a shaitan genie produced a rock nymph, an oread. The catfolk began affectionately referring to the "rockfolk" as Mwiba, and the name stuck. 10 years into his life, Mwiba's mother became very ill. He watched his mother dying slowly for nearly two years. At this point, Mwiba had already accepted the fact that his mother was going to die. However, the catfolks' treatment began to work. His mother was getting better and better. Mwiba was the happiest he had ever been at this point. Seeing as he had pretty much considered his mother dead already, it was as if she had been brought back to life. A week later, Mwiba's mother was to take her first steps in the morning. It was an exciting day for the entire community, save one catfolk named Abdullahi Mansah. He was a bitter zealot. He hated the fact that other races lived in a catfolk village. He hated that fact that it was a village at all, since catfolk are gypsy souls at their core. Most of all, he despised the fact that for two years his village used so many resources on a sick shaitan. Mwiba could not sleep that night because he was too excited about his mother walking again the next morning. He crept out of bed, and went to his mother's tent to see if she was just as excited. He opened the tent, giggling to himself, and saw his mother on the bed. She was drenched in blood. Whisker lines were cut into the side of her face, her nose was cut off, shards of reed stalks were sticking out from under the nails on her fingers and toes, her hair was pulled out of her head and sitting between her legs in a ponytail, and rotting meat was shoved in her mouth to muffle the screams. A single hole in her sternum was the only thing that brought her the mercy of death. On the sides of the tent, written in blood, were the words YOU WILL NEVER BE CATFOLK, THIS WAS A FAMILY, and finally on the far side, BLASPHEMY. Abdullahi was never found. Scouts searched for months but never found him or his body. Life only got harder for the young oread. After his mother's death, his father became a drunken fool. before long, he became an abusive drunken fool. The only remnant of joy left in Mwiba's life by the time he was 13 came from his small circle of catfolk friends at school. Every night he would step out of the cheery catfolk atmosphere, and into the wrath of his drunk father. One day, Mwiba brought his circle of friends home. He thought his dad would be asleep at this time. Turns out he was in the middle of a drunken rage. "YOU BROUGHT THESE ANIMALS INTO OUR HOME?!" he shouted. He was in an uncontrollable rage at this point. These catfolk children were, at this point, indistinguishable from the monster who killed his wife. He reached out an grabbed one of the children, the rest were too scared to run. He was yelling hysterically as he was choking the child. He threatened to kill her and every catfolk he could find. Suddenly, the catfolk children witnessed blood spill from the dwarf's mouth. He dropped the child, and collapsed on the floor. Behind him was a young oread, holding a battleaxe dripping with his father's blood. He had lost both of his parents in less than a year. He held on to that axe all night. As he observed the blade, he realized that he didn't kill his father. His father died with his mother, it was only evident now. Abudllahi has killed both of his parents. Mwiba vowed that he would put that axe in the back of his parents' killer, no matter what. He spent the next ten years of his life training hard. His friends eventually distanced themselves from Mwiba. They aged much faster than him. They had families by this point, and Mwiba was still small. By the time he was 30, the residents in the village were starting to become uneasy with Mwiba's presence. Racism was starting to bleed into the ideology of more of the elders in the village. Moreover, tragedy seemed to follow the oread, and he just kept to himself. At 35, he took the hint, and left of his own volition. His old friends were the only ones that saw him off. He realized at that very point what his life was about. Himself, and a small circle of friends were all that mattered, the rest of the world could just burn. He lived in Restov as a sellsword for 20 years and built up a reputation as an effective swordsman. he took on the name Thorn, so it was easier for his clients. He was quite an intimidating presence. He was tall for an oread, but only stood at five feet and two inches. He had a solid build though, and weighed 235 pounds. His skin was light and rough, like sandstone, but his muscles were clearly defined. His eyes were a vibrant green, the only livelihood that stood out about him at all. His teeth were intimidating shards of sharpened obsidian. He still wielded the battleaxe that went through the back of his father. He still searched every day for that same catfolk that killed his family. At 55, he joined the military, and fought for 10 years. His hatred for Abdullahi drew him out of the military, since he couldn't search for him in the military. Over the next year he trained by himself, and wandered aimlessly. Frankly, he was bored. So at 66, Thorn decided to join the Hell Knights, that sounded like something he would be good at. Abdullahi was seven years older than Thorn, so he had to be alive somewhere. Thorn would never stop looking, but he was a Hell Knight now, and that took priority.