Zavac Oro'she's page

AC 18 (17 w/out buckler), touch 12, flat-footed 16 (15 w/out buckler)

hp 12 (1d10+1con+1favored)

Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +1

Spd 20 ft.

Melee:
Longsword +3 (1d8+2/19-20/x2)
Shortsword +3 (1d6+2/19-20/x2)
Unarmed Strike +3 (1d3+2/20/x2)

Full Round:
Longsword +1 (1d8+2/19-20/x2)
Shortsword +1 (1d6+2/19-20/x2)

Ranged:
Composite Longbow +2 (1d8/x3)

Str 15, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 8

Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 15

Feats: Two-Weapon Fighting; Double Slice

Traits: Ill Tidings; Warrior of Old

Languages: Common, Elven, Goblin

SQ:Low-Light Vision

Combat Gear: Arrows (20); Composite Longbow; Longsword; Shortsword; Buckler; Scale Mail

Other Gear: Rations, trail (per day) (5); Backpack; Blanket; Flint and steel; Waterskin; Puch, Belt (2)

Wealth: 9p, 20g, 8s

Ill Tidings: Your knowledge of the threads of fate, however small, grants you no small degree of confidence. Once per day, you may reroll any saving throw.

Warrior of Old: (Elf only) You gain a +2 trait bonus on Initiative checks.

Elven Immunity: Elves are immune to magic sleep effects and get a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects.

Keen Senses: You gain +2 to Perception checks

Zavac hails from the Mierani forest. Being one of the most adept warriors of his people, he was chosen to represent his people in finding the cause of Ill Tidings. However, this apparent honor is more of a bane than a boon. His 130 years has composed of training, becoming, and, recently, excused of his post of a Guardian of Arsmeril. Although he's a rather typical Elf, he hold a different view than most, and due to this view, he was forced to accept this back-handed "honor" of leaving the homeland.

Zavac is cold, calculating, and precise. The intelligence and wisdom of his race shines through, but he is standoff-ish towards most everyone. Unless, of course, you're a Gnome. He's always had a weird fascination with those most eccentric of creatures. He's bitter towards his race, but will put up with others if need be. He holds a personal code of conduct, preferring to follow his own rules rather than those held in esteem by society. Having such a heavily-martial influenced past, he holds order and organization highly, as long as it's parallel to his own agenda. He trusts his gut, but trusts his swords even more so.

A very typical Elf in appearance, he's tall, slender, and had a piercing gaze of emerald green eyes. His hair, a soft blond that accentuates his creamy skin, runs past his shoulders, and is held in place with a leather aviator-style cap. His scale mail, aside from gauntlets, is covered by a dark green tunic, while his legs and feet are covered in leather.