<strong>Character Summary:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"> Xionphan</span><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Xambrian</td><td><strong>Paths:</strong> Wandering, Wizard Hunter, Wizard Hunter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Gender:</strong> Male</td><td><strong>Age:</strong> 32</td><td><strong>Height:</strong> 6'</td><td><strong>Weight:</strong> 185 lbs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hair:</strong> Black</td><td><strong>Eyes:</strong> Purple</td><td><strong>Skin:</strong> Off White</td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Appearance:</strong>This somber looking man of above average height and off white complexion holds himself with a quiet dignity in most situations. He is well built; toned but not bulky and his movement is easy and unhindered, if not quite as graceful as some of the lither races. His shoulder long hair is black and naturally curved, held in place by a silver circlet on his brow and his calm eyes are an unremarkable purple shade. He is clean shaven, leaving his hard featured face exposed and he dresses in black breeches, vest and cloak. What stands out are the pair of silver mail gauntlets that cover his hands and forearms, as well as the sword sheathed at his belt; too long for a longsword, but not big enough for a greatsword.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Usually business like, Xionphan has little time for inane niceties or meaningless chatter. If he is not on a Calling he is easier in his manners and can even be pleasant when the mood strikes him, but if he is searching for a reincarnator he can be quite brusque.<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Where he was born or who his blood parents were is unknown to Xionphan. He was reared as the youngest member of a Dracartan household in the city of Deadwood in the south of the Plains of Golarion. As the years passed he grew to realise that he was different from his his family, what with his completely different appearance and the strange sounds and images that had begun to visit his mind. As he approached his teens he lived in a twilight existence in which he could not be sure whether the visitations were true or of he was losing his mind, or which possibility was worse. But on his thirteenth birthday the makers of his visions came to him more clearly than ever and he told of the legacy of the Xambrians, of their sorrow and the oath they had taken to wreak vengeance upon the Torquaran reincarnators. That day he came to his foster parents and asked them to hand him his spiritblade. They were both surprised and disturbed at the request, for the boy's blood mother had predicted this very meeting and told them what they had to do. Presenting the sword his mother had left for him, they had to bid him fare well, unknowing if they would ever see their child again.<br/><br/>His ancestors were now his mentors and trainers, teaching him through their visions and voices the art of the blade and the Xambrians' innate gift of dispelling. Every time he stopped for the day he would train and every morning he would once more set out towards that place which beckoned to him, though he did not truly know where he feet were taking him. It took many weeks of hard travel and adventures may be told in some other story, but in the end he found himself at the foot of a great hill, three hundred feet high and composed primarily out of skulls. Xamrian skulls. The place was Omen; the Mountain of Skulls and he climbed its grim slopes to the summit where he made his camp that night. As the sun set he sat and waited for what he was sure to come, and he was not disappointed. That night he communed with his ancestors more clearly than ever and through their memories he experienced the former glory of his people and lived through the horror of their demise at the hands of the Torquarans. He witnessed the forging of the spiritblades and swearing of the oath. The next morning any hesitation he might have harboured had been dispelled. He would be a Wizard Hunter and he knew where to find his first foe, as directed by his ancestors. It was his first Calling and it took several years for him to achieve its success, but it would not be his last and in due time he grew to become an able Hunter and had his own pair of silver gauntlets forged to show his profession. He was not always on a Calling and would support himself as mercenary, bodyguard and freelance hunter of the occult.<br/><strong>Weapon Skills</strong>: Large blades<br/><strong>Additional Notes</strong>:<br/><br/><strong>Attributes:</strong><br/>INT +1 PER +2 WIL +2<br/>CHA -1 STR +1 DEX +0<br/>CON +1 SPD +0<br/>CR +3 RC +0 MR +3<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points:</strong>20<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/>Arcane Lore<br/>Blades, large +8 (+2)<br/>Brawling +3<br/>Cartography<br/>Coerce<br/>Conveyance<br/>Cook<br/>Culture (Xambrian) +2<br/>Dispel Magic +6 (+4)<br/>Geography<br/>Haggle<br/>Interrogation<br/>Language (Low Talislan - native)<br/>Language (Archaen - fluent)<br/>Language (Xambrian - fluent)<br/>Ride (Strider) +4<br/>Tracking +2<br/>Stealth +4<br/>Swim<br/><br/><br/><strong>Quirks:</strong>Spiritforce, Single Minded, Strong Willed, Threatening Voice<br/><br/><strong>Starting Equipment:</strong><br/>57 g.l.<br/>6 s.l.<br/><br/>Spiritblade<br/>Xambrian Silver Gauntlets<br/>Dagger<br/><br/>Leather vest, breeches and cloak of black strider hide<br/>Belt (leather)<br/>Boots (leather)<br/>Headband (silver)<br/><br/>Large shoulder bag<br/>Bedroll<br/>Coin purse (2)<br/>Scabbard (leather)<br/>Grapnel (black iron)<br/>Rope (100')<br/>Tinder box<br/>Torch (10)<br/>Waterskin, small (2)<br/><br/>Strider<br/>Saddle and tack<br/>Saddle bag (2)<br/><br/>Road rations (4 weeks)