Spike

Really, really, ridiculously good-looking. And could totally take the little puppy in his party, but he'd taste like poo

Description:

5’8, 140 lbs, 270 years old, Rogue level 4 ECL 6 Neutral Evil Vampire Formerly Elf

Str: 23 Dex: 22 Con: 0 Int: 18 Wis: 18 Cha: 18

HP:47 AC: 23 Flat footed: 17 Touch: 18

Fortitude Save: +1 Reflex Save: +10 Will Save: +5

BAB:3

Weapons:

Katana: bonus 11 Damage 1d10+9 Crit 19-20/2x

Special: Suggestion, Energy Drain, Blood Drain, Slam, Bat Form, Dodge, Spider Climb, Low-Light/Dark Vision, Sneak Attack 3d6, Evasion, Uncanny Dodge, Trap Find

Feats: Alertness, Combat Reflexes, Weapon Focus (Katana), Improved Initiative

Bio:

Little is known of this once young elf, he does not reveal anything about his past to his party. To him the party is nothing more than a means to his own personal gain, and preys on the party’s own ignorance to outfit himself with more gold, a master of trickery and deceit, he frequently accomplishes this. Although he respects Alexander, Alexander’s constant disciplinary words fall on deaf ears. His relationship with the other members of the party, is trivial to him. Nevertheless he seems to get along great with the hunter named Bob, as they each have a common goal, hunting the living. He cares little of the werewolf however, and makes fun of his doglike insticts every chance he gets, he feels that his time would be better spent pissing on the sides of trees. He does not care what happens to himself, as long as he gets to feed on the flesh of the living, his personal favorite; town wenches. His arrogance and cunning knows no bounds, and he will not give up even if he is clearly outnumbered, he is better than you, and he knows it. He stabs first, talks later, and is only truly happy when he cleaves his enemies and quenches his thirst in a crimson waterfall of body parts, unfortunately his thirst is never quenched, which becomes a point of contention that always seems to get the party into iconoclastic calamities.

Spike

Evil Campaign-1 xwolfin