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35 posts. Alias of Tempestorm.


Full Name

Jairyd "Slanter" Kill'dare

Race

Half-elf

Classes/Levels

Ninja 1

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Special Abilities

Poison use; Sneak Attack 1d6

Alignment

Chaotic Nuetral

Deity

The Pale Rider

Location

Three Forks Divide

Occupation

Assasin

Strength 12
Dexterity 20
Constitution 11
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 12
Charisma 14

About Slanter

Male half-elf ninja 1
CN Medium humanoid
Init +7; Senses Perception +7

Defense
AC 17, touch 15, flat-footed 12
hp 19 (1d8+11)
Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +1

Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee katana (mw) +6 (1d10+1/19-20x2)
short sword +5 (1d6+1/19-20x2)
kukri +5 (1d4+1/18-20x2)
Ranged dagger +5 (1d4+1/19-20x2)
Special Attacks sneak attack 1d6; poison use

Statistics
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 16
Feats Weapon Finesse; Skill Focus (Stealth)
Traits resilient (+1 Fort saves); elven reflexes (+2 initative)
Skills Acrobatics +9; Climb +5; Craft: Alchemy +5; Disable Device +9; Disguise +6; Kn: Local +5; Kn: Nobility +5; Perception +6; Sleight of Hand +9; Stealth +12; Swim +5

Racial:

+2 to One Ability Score: Charisma
Low-Light Vision: see twice as far as human in low light
Adaptability: Half-elves receive Skill Focus as a bonus feat at 1st level. (Stealth)
Elf Blood: Half-elves count as both elves and humans for any effect related to race.
Elven Immunities: Half-elves are immune to magic sleep effects and get a +2 racial saving throw bonus against
enchantment spells and effects.
Keen Senses: Half-elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception skill checks.
Multitalented: Half-elves choose two favored classes at first level (Ninja and Sorcerer)

Languages Not sure what you are using

Combat Gear: katana (mw); short sword; kukri; dagger x3;ornate dagger (25gp ea)x2; caltrops
Other Gear: adventurer’s sash; pouch, belt; whet stone; caltrops; rope, spiders silk 50ft; scroll case; thieves tools; traveler’s outfit; 10gp; Shadowy Egg

Introduction:
He sits motionless on a roof top in the snall town of Three Forks Divide allowing the shadows to cover him like a lover’s caress.

Always in the shadows.
It is the only place he truly feels himself.

Patience.
It was one of the first lessons he learned.
It was the most important lesson for an assassin.

He has tracked his target all the way from Kempo to this backwater town.
His patience was to pay off.
A man was going to die.

He sees his prey; the dim light of the moon gives more than enough light for his keen eyes. Just as it appears his deader will go a different route than usual the man pauses, turns, and as usual, heads down the same side street. He smirks as the dagger leaves its sheath. Things just seemed to go his way more often than not, and on the rare occasion it was not he still managed to come out ok. They didn't call him "Slanter" for nothing; things just always seemed to slant to his favor.
He moves like lightning, his legs pumping as he pushes out of his readied position. He lands behind the man and the dagger easily finds its mark. The deader didn't know what hit him; they rarely did... unless he wanted them to.

Later that night he finds himself in a local tavern. He stands off to the side, in the shadows. He likes it in the shadows. For the most part folks pay him little mind, which is how he likes it. It makes it easier to listen when people pay you little mind. He hears them talking about the dead man all ready. He knew it wouldn't take long in a small town like this. A mugging they say. Well, that is what his employer asked for... discreet, make it look like and accident, or a mugging... just make him dead.

He steps away from the wall, from the shadows. They almost don't want to let him go... or is that just his imagination? He shrugs it off the way he always does. His hand comes up from beneath his cloak where it was resting on the hilt of his kukri, he strikes a match and lights his cigarette as he makes his way to the bar.

Background:
“Slanter” was an orphan living on the streets of Kempo, a half breed bastard surviving by hook or crook (mostly crook). His real name, as far as he knew anyway, was Jairyd but his friends all called him Slanter because things just always seemed to “slant” in his favor. Even when he tried to pick the pocket of the elven assassin Veldrin Velg'larn, the Shadow Knife, for reasons unknown to Jairyd to this day Veldrin took him in and trained him. He became the apprentice of the Shadow Knife.
His master named him Jairyd Kill’Dare, “For when I am done boy you will dare to kill anyone.” He was mostly correct as Jairyd did not think he would ever dare to kill Veldrin. Anyone else, sure… but not Master Velg’larn.
Over the following years he learned his lessons well but there was always something distant about his mentor. He always seemed to want more out of Jairyd. It was like he was waiting for something to happen. Eventualy Veldrin grew disatisfied with Jairyd's progress and cut him lose. Jairyd has neither seen nor heard of his Master since.

Unbeknownst to Jairyd was that his master was uwaiting the awakening of his magical talent. Jairyd has an affinity for shadows that he has yet to tap into. Maybe when this happens his master will show himself again. Or perhaps he is done with young Jairyd all together...