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Salviato 'Bloody Sal' Barrabio

Lawful Evil Male Human Rogue 4

Medium Humanoid (Human)

Init+8 Senses

DEFENSE

AC13 (+14 vs. Traps), Touch13 (+14 vs. Traps), Flat-footed10, Flat-footed Touch10

HP (4d8+8)

Fort +3, Ref +7 (+8 vs. Traps), Will +1

OFFENSE

Speed 30 ft.

Melee: N/A

Ranged: N/A

Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.

STATISTICS

Str12 , Dex16 , Con14 , Int14 , Wis10 , Cha14

Base Atk +3; CMB +4; CMD +17

Feats: Skill Focus: Stealth, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus: Dagger

Traits: Charming, Buccaneer's Blood

Skills (8 + 2 INT Bonus + 1 Human Bonus = 11/level) Acrobatics +10, Bluff+9 (+10 vs. those who could be attracted), Diplomacy+9 (+10 vs. those who could be attracted), Disable Device+12, Intimidate+10, Knowledge: Local+9, Perception+7 (+9 to detect traps), Sense Motive+7, Sleight of Hand+10 (+14 when concealing a weapon), Stealth+13, Swim+8

Class Abilities: Sneak Attack 2d6, Trapfinding, Evasion, Trap Sense +1, Uncanny Dodge, Rogue Talents (Fast Stealth, Underhanded[2/day])

Items: ?

"I looked in the cloudy mirror as I swiped the lady's pearls from her table and, oddly, took notice of myself. Now, I'm not an up-jumped pompous little fop or anything, so don't think I admire myself in mirrors all the time! Anyway, I stared there and saw myself looking back, a phantom almost. My night black hair, cut short and smoothed back to keep out of my way on the job, complimented my black 'working clothes' and stood out against my pale skin. I flashed my trademark predatory smile I have cultivated, a thin, crooked smile with no mirth and rubbed my thin goatee with a black-gloved hand. I looked into my eyes, wintry green pools of ice, and wonder what mother would say if she saw me like this, doing the things I do. I frowned for but a moment, then shook my head and snuck back out of the open window, casting all thoughts of guilt from my mind. We all do what we must to survive because that's the way of the world, the cold truth of it. Captain Bloodfist and his harlot would never know I was there as I crept out the window, my tall and athletic frame easily ducking under the window with a practiced grace."

"You're asking me to describe myself? How very odd, Jak, you know me better than any living person. Well, you know I'm pragmatic first and foremost. I know mother would disapprove, but it was her idealism that caused her death, just as surely as that bastard that strangled her to death. You know I feel remorse sometimes, old friend, just as you yourself do about your own choices. But just as often as I use my... talents to enrich myself, I use them to help others. Why? Because I don't want others to have to do the things we all do to survive. I like to think that, against all evidence to the contrary, people have the ability to live their lives without having to lie, cheat, and kill, if they are provided the opportunity of course. Moving from that awkward subject, let's talk about women! You know I have a way with words, know just the right thing to say, so I'm quite popular with the ladies. I've found my way under many a dress in my time, but sometimes I look past the pleasure and want something more, you know? Something more than just a fine bit of romping. Eh, maybe I am somewhat of an idealist in this case!" INCOMPLETE

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