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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 1176766" data-attributes="member: 552">Pedro MondragonHalf-Elf Ranger 5Hit Dice: 5d8+10 (36 hp)Initiative: +7 (+3 Dex, +4 Feats)Speed: 30 ft.AC: 19 (+3 Dex, +6 Armor)Attacks: Gillet (+1 Rapier) +9 Melee, Hudson (+2 Shortsword) +10 Melee/Slashing; or Gillet +7 Melee/Piercing and Hudson +8 MeleeDamage: Gillet 1d6+1 Piercing and Magic, Hudson 1d6+2 Piercing and Magic Racial Traits: Immune to sleep spells and similar magical effects, +2 Save vs. Enchantment spells or effects, Low-Light Vision, Elven Blood, Favored Class (Ranger)Class Features: Favored Enemies (Lawful Evil Outiders +4/Chaotic Evil Outsiders +2)Saves: Fort +6, Ref +7, Will +2Abilities: Str 11, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 10Skills: +2 Climb [2 Ranks], +2 Diplomacy [+2 Racial], +2 Gather Information [+2 Racial], +7 Hide [4 Ranks], +2 Jump [2 Ranks], +10 Listen [8 Ranks/+1 Racial], +7 Move Silently [4 Ranks], +10 Search [8 Ranks/+1 Racial], +10 Spot [8 Ranks/+1 Racial], +7 Survival [6 Ranks], SwimFeats: [Endurance], Improved Initiative, [Two-Weapon Fighting], [Track], Weapon FinesseLanguages: Common, Elven, Celestial EquipmentGillet (+1 Rapier) 2320 gpHudson (+2 Shortsword) 2310 gpSparked Shirt (+2 Chain Shirt) 4250 gpLongbow 75 gp   Background"It's time to question all these things I've been doing for so long, so incredibly long. I would mention, but the need within me is so strong..." "For so long... I know that the answer is beside me, as I have believed from the start. Despite all of this aching feeling, I just can't let this all fall apart. As I look to your eyes, it's more than looking at myself through someone else, like no-one else. All this pain and hatred, never knowing from whence it came. Playing this game, it's always the same. Theres one thing I could ask you, that you should always remain true. Even if I'm gone you'll still remember, it's just hard when theres nothing left, when everything is outside the light." "How could you think I could love somebody new? Someone like you?" -Pedro Mondragon, to Rachel Tororian   In days past, Pedro Mondragon was not who appears before you now. He was a nobleman, a warrior, and an aristocrat (humble minion's entry). The Pedro you see now is the second in his family line, son of his infamous father and the lady Ataleaf. His life, in his first days, was full of kindness and sugar coating. For the longest time he believed his father to be of the most respectable nature, his mother to be of the kindest. He was coddled and protected as a child, more-so than any of his peers. That is, until he fell in love. Pedro, with the vigor of youth, found his heart lost upon the daughter of a pair of local hedge wizards. The young girls was equal in intellect to her two parents, and even more kind and caring than anyone Pedro had known. Pedro first encountered young Constantine under the guise of a costume. She was to be the spring festivals flower maiden, to bear the signs of the coming of the first planting season. She was paraded about the town circle, catching Pedro's eyes and he to hers. To put it rather bluntly, they were drawn together. Love can be very short lived, but this one would have lasted. It "would" have lasted at least a day longer, had Constantine not invited Pedro to that accursed place. The caverns near the crypt of the hero Sanctus Punitor, the crypt where the great high-elf paladin destroyed a great evil, was to be their meeting place. It is here that a single wretched demon, a corrupt and vile little imp had been hiding. The Imp felt the powers of the evil that had at one time lived in these catacombs, and made it's life comfortable by whatever manners that demons make life comfortable. Constantine, having been drawn to this place by a "voice" she had been dreaming of, wished to bring her prized protector with her. Pedro, having no concept of what was really living in this hole made no special preperations for his journey other than bringing his father's short-sword hudson with him. With Hudson in tow, Pedro followed closely behind his love. Too closely as it were, for when the Imp made it's presense known, it stood between the two lovers. Pedro, quick of action but not competent with his weapon, stabbed towards the Imp after it's suttle threats of words enraged the boy. The Imp nimbly moved past the blade, Constantine taking half of the strength of the blow to her back. She was wounded, but not mortally. The Imp, however, was too much for young Pedro to deal with, it dodged his attacks for an infinite seeming time, until the young boy tired. Fatigued by his constant efforts, he attempted to grab his love and flee the cavern, but was foolhardy in doing so. The Imp, playing with the children at first, had poisoned the girl with his stinger, ever so subtley during the fight. Pedro, bearly able to walk the distance back to town himself, collapsed with his love in tow. She died right there. Pedro, in turn, took it upon himself to become a righteous champion of demon hunting.   It is now much later in the tale of Pedro Mondragon II, and he has fallen in love again. Fallen in love with a woman not entirely unlike Constantine. She is beutiful, yes, and quite intelligent. She is respectable, by certain standards, but deep within Pedro cannot understand why he has such feelings for this woman. She is born of a Fiendish mating. Half-Demon, born of a Succubus and a hated sorcerer, she is the most awkward match for young Pedro. After many years of experience as a Demon Hunter, having trained in a manner not completely unlike the legendary Paladin, he has found himself at the most awkward disjunction of his life. The woman looks almost identical to his prior love Constantine, only more boldly beautiful and less homely. She represents a dark desire within himself, something that he cannot fully understand just yet. He fancies that perhaps she is Constantine, she doesn't seem to deny that. Should he love this woman, this awkward mix of caring and malcontent, or should he forsake his path of martyrdom as a Demon Hunter? He writes a poem to himself, and casts it to the wind, in hopes that the answer will come to him before he must inevitably complete the task given to him by his most holy charge... (I really wanted to use <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?p=1151997#post1151997" target="_blank">This stat-block</a> and a similar story, but couldn't for this contest.)</blockquote>

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