Dezzero Lashe

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DEZZERO LASHE

CG Male Human Swashbuckler 2/ Marshal 2
Planet Origin: Baalsus

ABILITIES
Str: 10 +0
Dex: 16 +3
Con: 10 +0
Int: 14 +2
Wis: 8 -1
Cha: 16 +3

SAVES
Fort: 5 +5
Ref: 0 +4
Will: 2 -1

BAB: +3

HP: ?

AC: 17, FF 14, Tch 13

XP: 6000/10000

Init: +3

Speed: 30'

COMBAT
+1 Rapier Att: +7; Dam: 1d6+1; Crit: 18-20/x2
Throwing Axe (x2) Att: +6; Dam: 1d6; Crit: x2
Dagger Att: +6; Dam: 1d4; Crit: 19-20/x2

ARMOR
Mithral Shirt

SKILLS
Balance 3 +8
Bluff 5 +8
Climb 4 +4
Diplomacy 7 +17
Know: Wildspace 7 +9
Profession: Sailor 7 +7
Sense Motive 5 +5
Spot 3 +3
Swim 1 +1
Tumble 7 +10

FEATS
Weapon Finesse
Skill Focus: Dipomacy
Weapon Focus: Rapier
Dodge
Combat Expertise
Improved Disarm

SPECIAL ABILITIES
1 extra skill point/level
Grace +1
Marshal Auras

AURAS
Minor: Master of Tactics (+1 damage for flanking allies)
Major: Motivate Attack (+1 attack for allies)

EQUIPMENT
Rapier +1
Mithral Shirt
Throwing Axes (x2)
Dagger
Backpack
Rations (x7)
Everburning Torch
Belt Pouch (x2)
Wine Flask (w/ wine)
Potion (x3): Cure Moderate Wounds (2d8+2)
Potion (x3): Cure Light Wounds (1d8+1)

MONEY
794 gp

APPEARANCE
Age: 25
Ht: 6'0"
Wt: 140 lbs.
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue

Tall and lean, Dezzero always draws the eye. He wears bright red and blue clothes over his armor, and his lips are curled in a permanent semi-grin. He is light on his feet, and poised to move at a moment's notice.

BACKGROUND

Dezzero Lashe was born in a brothel on Blackweed Isle, the main center of civilization in the Potpos Archipelago on (what he was eventually to learn) was the steamy planet of Baalsus. Childhood? Non-existent and not worthy of remembering, thank you very much. But the sea was there, always, and Dezzero welcomed her. He's worked at various times as a slave rower on a Kushu elven longboat, a deckhand on board the Red Warlock's mighty merchant vessel the Pain, and as First Mate under his recently deceased captain and lover Marcela, skipper of the Truncheon.

A life of trade along the jungle coasts of the Kushull Empire, brothel-hopping in the humid streets of Fingertown, and leading daring raids deep into the Interior, machetes green with thrashed vegetation and pantuso blood.

Even so, it came as a bit of surprise after a few years as Mate on the Truncheon, when the whole ship suddenly took off into the air and left Baalsus behind. Marcela explained her former life as a star sailor, much to Dezzero's utter bewilderment. She had received a message from one Anaximander of the Company of the Emerald Heron. She was needed.

Dezzero disembarked in Hallows, absolutely stupefied. He quickly accepted an invitation to don the Heron, its motives and operation familiar enough to the seasoned adventurer. He quickly found himself leading landing squads on distant planets, and warmed to this mind-bogglingly exotic life. A year in, though, things soured. Marcela was found in a back alley of The Fallen, throat slit. No one knew anything. Steady drinking on the part of Dezzero commenced.