Zaren (Zaren Elemion)

Male aasimar gunslinger (pistolero), chaotic good

Description:

Age: 29
Passes as human whenever possible.

Str: 12
Dex: 16
Con: 13
Int: 15
Wis: 15
Cha: 16

HP: 18
AC: 18, Touch: 14, Flat-footed: 15

Fort: 4
Reflex: 6
Will: 2

Weapon: Pistol (battered)
Armor: Chain shirt

Special abilities:
Darkvision
Can cast Daylight once per day as spell-like ability
Acid resistance 5
Cold resistance 5
Electricity resistance 5

Feats:
Gunsmithing
Point Blank Shot

Traits:
Chance Savior- Rescued Professor Lorrimor from some nasty monsters while on an adventure in Cheliax. Corresponded with the professor for awhile thereafter, but fell out of touch. He now feels like he owes it to the old man to honor his last request.
Sacred Touch- Can automatically stabilize a dying person by touching them.

Bio:

When I was born, they said I was a good omen. My clan said that I would bring glory to our home, a small village on the coast of Nex. My parents and I were given much honor.

When I was ten, our village was burned to the ground by raiders. I survived. Few others did.

I wandered alone, making a home in the Mana Wastes. I trained. I learned the art of guns.

I found other wanderers like myself. Kaoris, Neva, Den. And my lovely Aja. I had a family again.

It has been four years, six months, ten weeks, and two days since their deaths.

They were wrong when I was born.

I am not a good omen.

I am a curse.

Everything I touch turns to ash.

Iridescent
The Living

Zaren (Zaren Elemion)

The Haunting of Harrowstone Satchan