He smells of dust and rain, that's the first thing you notice. The sour look he gives you for looking at him is the second. His brown eyes are narrowed as his gaze pierces you knowingly. His lips form into a grimace, whether natural, or a permanent unconscious choice is unclear to you. Greasy, unstyled black hair peeks out from under a beaten and dirty wide brimmed hat, which partially obscures his slightly tanned face. His heavy boots move with purpose, causing his leather duster to whip like in a sharp wind.
Feats: Gun-smithing, rapid reload, quickdraw ; Class abilities: Grit(Ex) (based on Cha because mysterious stranger): 4/day ; Focused Aim(Ex) costs 1 grit add cha bonus to damage all ranged attacks this turn ; Deadeye (Ex) ; Gunslinger's Dodge (Ex)
Attacks:
(TWF full attack) "pistol" -3 Ranged 1d8+0 20/x4 B/P, "Pistol" -7 ranged 1d8 20/x4 B/P. (single Attack) "Double barreled pistol" +3 Ranged 1d8+0 20/x4 B/P. Range increment 20ft on all
1 broken condition pistol, 1 normal pistol (crafted), 20 alchemical paper cartridges (crafted), gunsmithing kit
--Seron Von Nuli--
About:
For such a young child he shows no signs of happiness. A wave of despair seems to follow his every movement. You see almost no physical reason for this to be the case. His wavy black hair has been recently trimmed and styled, and all other aspects of his person show obvious nobility. From his perfectly spotless black clothing, to his skin which may have never seen a harsh summers day. Truly all aspects of his appearance are that of a portrait, save one. His eyes are a haunting blood red. They fall upon you with a wisdom that seems out of place for one who otherwise appears to be just a young boy.
