Thaimon Clyspinnetra
Class: Sorceror 1/Rogue 1
Race: Elf, Astral
Gender: Male
Age: 121
Height: 4'9
Weight: 90
Hair:Gold
Eyes

urple
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Medium Humanoid; CR 2;
Str 10(+0),
Dex 18(+4),
Con 8(-1),
Int 16(+3),
Wis 11(+0),
Cha 15(+2);
HD 1d4+1d6-2;
hp 6;
Init +4;
Spd 30 ft/x4;
AC 16 (+2 leather armor, +4 dex)
touch 14, flat-footed 12;
Spell Failure: 10%
Encumbrance: Light Load
Base Atk/Grapple +0/+0;
Full Atk +4 Two-handed (1d8;19-20/x2, Light Crossbow),
+0 One-handed (1d6;18-20/x2, Rapier),
+0 One-handed (1d4;19-20/x2, Dagger),
+0 Two-handed (1d8;20/x3, Spear);
SV Fort -1, Ref +6, Will +2;
Skills abil, mod=abil, ranks, misc
Climb STR*+6=0+3+3
Concentration CON+2=-1+3+0
Disable Device INT+4=3+1+0
Gather Information CHA+5=2+3+0
Hide DEX*+6=4+0+2
Knowledge (arcana)INT+5=3+2+0
Knowledge (history)INT+4=3+1+0
Knowledge (local)INT+5=3+2+0
Knowledge (nobilty)INT+4=3+1+0
Listen WIS+5=0+1+4
Move Silently DEX*+8=4+2+2
Open Lock DEX+5=4+1+0
Ride DEX+5=4+1+0
Search INT+5=3+0+2
Spellcraft INT+5=3+2+0
Spot WIS+4=0+0+4
Swim STR**+1=0+1+0
Tumble DEX*+5=4+1+0
Use Magic Device CHA+3=2+1+0
Feats: Stealthy
–– RACE ABILITIES ––
• -2 Strength, +2 Dexterity, -2 Constitution, +2 Intelligence
• Base land speed of 30 feet.
• Low-Light Vision
• Immunity to sleep effects
• +2 racial bonus on saving throws against Enchantment spells or
effects.
• +2 racial bonus on Listen, Search, and Spot checks
• Automatic Searching: Passing within 5 feet of a secret or concealed
door entitles you to a free Search check, as if you were actively
looking for it
• Proficient with rapier.
• Favored Class: Wizard
–– CLASS ABILITIES ––
• Proficient in light armor
• Proficient with all simple weapons, and with Composite Longbow, Composite Shortbow, Hand Crossbow, Longbow, Longsword, Rapier, Sap, Short Sword, Shortbow.
• Sneak Attack:
• Trapfinding
• Familiar: Lizard as a magical companion, name: Gado
Alertness feat while familiar is within arms reach
Languages: Common, Draconic, Elven, Hairfeet, Sylvan
Possessions:
Light Crossbow, 20 Bolts, Rapier, Daggers, 2, Spear, Leather Armor, Spell Component Pouch, Thives' Tools, Rope, Silk 50'
Money: 2gp
Spells Per Day/ Save DC:
Level 0: 5/12
Level 1: 4/13
Spells: Detect Magic, 0
Open/Close, 0
Read Magic, 0
Resistance, 0
Shield, 1
True Strike, 1
Background:
Thaimon looks about at the decaying remains of his life and wonders where to go next.
Everything had seemed so promising and normal. He came from a good family. His father, Thaylin, was a renowned diviner, politician and historian, respected for the depth of his knowledge and wisdom. His mother, a songstress featured at every festival and gathering. His uncle was a captain of the Elite Protectors. His own magical abilities manifested themselves at a young age, and he had joined the Protectors, hoping to follow his uncle's footsteps.
Then everything went wrong.
First, his mother died of a mysterious illness, an evil disease that none of the City's priests could identify or cure. Then his father was arrested and convicted of conspiracy and practicing dark magic. His punishment: exile from the city. He disappeared into the western wilderness. His uncle, Estraish, despite having been the one who turned Thaylin into the authorities, became implicated in the plot as well. Thaimon helped his uncle into hiding, to avoid prosecution from the authorities.
But despite his own earnestness, the stigma to his family could not be washed away. Once popular among his peers and the elders, Thaimon found himself shunned by society. He maintained his old residence in the city, but with the servants having abandoned their positions, it was beginning to fall into disrepair. Even the Protectors no longer trusted him, and dismissed him from service.
He maintained contact with his Uncle, who continued his training as much as was possible. Thaimon wanted nothing more than to uphold the ideals and traditions of their palatial city. But he found that his faith in everything he held dear had been hopelessly shaken, and he wondered what possible good he could ever do.
Thaimon still practiced swordplay and sorcery, perhaps out of habit. He was trained as a sentinel, as a messenger, as a spy. The Elite Protectors fulfilled all these roles and more. They acted as body guards for the most important elders, they helped maintain the peace inside the city, they escorted dignitaries and important caravans to neighboring lands. But his training was hopelessly incomplete, and his Uncle could only act as a tutor and mentor.
He now spends most of his days exploring the city, learning it's secrets, uncovering its mysteries. And he finds himself more and more often wandering the outskirts of Avordel, wondering if perhaps his destiny might only be fulfilled somewhere on the outside.
Appearance and Personality: Thaimon is s stunning to look at as any of his race, with his golden hair and royal purple eyes, but he does not dress as most of his fellow nobility. He instead wears an old, grey cloak over battered and skuffed leather armor. He appears slight, even by elven standards, but is lithe and athletic to one who knows what to look for. But what most remembers when encountering him is the seeming despondancy he seems unable to shake. He lacks the frivolity and love of life that characterizes most of his brethren. He seems all together too serious for an elf.