<strong>Zedik “Zed” Makhert</strong>Male Half-Elf Brawler (Constructed Pugilizt/Steel-Breaker) 1<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/2a/16/df2a169e970f202521a940afd6516ddd.jpg)</div>CG Medium humanoid (changeling)<br/>Init +2; Senses Low-Light Vision; Perception +8<br/>--------------------<br/>AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+2 armor, +1 shield, +2 Dex)<br/>hp 11/14 (1d10+3)(fcb +1)<br/>Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +2; +2 trait bonus vs fear and emotional effects<br/>--------------------<br/>Speed 30 ft.<br/>Unarmed Strike +3 (1d6+3/x2) or<br/>Tekko-Kagi +3 (1d3+2)<br/><hr/><br/>Noel’s gratitude was a welcome distraction from the gruesome task he was engaging in.  “Wish I couldda gotten to it sooner, but I’ve got your back down here.  The only one who gets to fuck with you is me and I’ll kick anybody else’s ass who tries.”  Where was a playful smile on his lips as he answered, making it abundantly clear that he was enjoying the excitement of the adventure they now found themselves on – particularly because of the company he was sharing it with.<br/><br/>“Hold up, what’s this?” He would ask as he found a length of material with some small pouches sown into it.  Cleaning the grime off it, his smile would widen at his discovery as he got up and carried his prize towards Noel.  “Where would you be without me?”  He teased, holding out one of the three potions with the label clearly readable.  “I mean, how awesome am I?”  Zedik would say with a playful smile and mischievous glint in his eye.<br/>