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About Kirill Innokenti

Rigor Rictus' Carrion Crown Campaign

Kirill Innokenti - CR 1
Male Varisian rogue 2
N Medium humanoid (human)
Init +6; Senses Perception +6

Defense
AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +4 Dex)
hp 16 (2D8; 8, 8)
Fort +0, Ref +7, Will +1
Defensive Abilities Evasion, Trap Sense +1

Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee dagger +2 (1d4+1/19-20)
Ranged dagger +5 (1d4+1/19-20)
or masterwork composite shortbow of Strength [+1] +6 (1d6+1/x3)
Special Attacks Sneak Attack +1D6

Statistics
Str 12, Dex 18, Con 11, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 16
Feats Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot
Skills Acrobatics (2) +9, Appraise (2) +7, Athletics (1) +5, Bluff (2) +5, Diplomacy (2) +5, Disable Device (2) +9, Escape Artist (2) +9, Knowledge (local) (1) +6, Perception (2) +6, Sense Motive (2) +6, Slight of Hand (2) +9, Stealth (2) +9, Use Magic Device (2) +5
Languages Abyssal, Infernal, Taldane (common), Varisian
Traits History of Heresy, Reactionary
Special Qualities Talent (trap spotter)

Equipment
Gear backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, chalk, crowbar, dagger (hidden via Slight of Hand), flint and steel, grappling hook, haunt siphon, holy water (2), iuon torch, leather armor, masterwork composite shortbow of Strength [+1] with 19 arrows, 10 +1 arrows, 5 +1 ghost touch arrows, and 2 +1 undead bane arrows, potion of cure light wounds, silk rope, smokesticks (4), tanglefoot bag, thieves' tools, tindertwigs (10), torches (3), trail rations (2), traveler's Outfit, waterskin, 14 gp, 7 sp
Carrying Capacity light 43, medium 86, heavy 129
Weight Carried 32.5 lbs. (51.5 lbs. with backpack on)

Biography
Appearance Kirill has a slim, tone frame with an olive tinge to his complexion. He is rather short with close cropped dark hair and unremarkable brown eyes. He is noticeably young, not quite 20 years yet. He generally wears clothing of dark, earthy tones, with soft-soled leather boots and gloves, and a cloak and cowl. He keeps a hunter's bow across his back.
Background Kirill was born the only son of an unwed Varisian wanderer. He never knew his father, but never much cared to find out who he was (not that he could). He'd always been somewhat of an independent, although throughout his youngest years he traveled with his mother and her troupe as they went from town to town earning a living officially as entertainers, but secretly as thieves, prostitutes, and con artists. He learned to lie, cheat, and steal, but never from those who couldn't afford the loss, nor didn't deserve the misfortune.After visiting rich cities with lavish cemeteries as a young teen he developed his own way of earning coin, a practice frowned upon by most of his kin: grave-robbing. He'd found that his personal skill set allowed him to easily relieve old tombs of their valuables when offered a job by a group of local ruffians and spotting pitfalls which would have been otherwise disastrous to the criminals when he was to be but a lookout. It was long before he left troupe behind to pursue his new vocation in earnest, usually by himself. Though friendly, Kirill had always had a greedy streak - he simply couldn't resist a fat sack of gold. His ventures were relatively prosperous, but enough was never enough and he was always looking for a quick and easy coin. After uncovering some ancient texts in a particularly macabre tomb the cunning thief had taken up devil worship as a means to guide his life to earn more gold. He delved into the practice with a small group of others (obviously in secret) for nearly a year, but slowly grew to understand that though he lusted for coin he didn't have the heart for the level of vileness that infernal worship commanded. During somewhat reluctantly taking part in a ritual to finalize their unspoken deals with devilish forces Kirill was spooked by the magic and fled the cult, without ever seeing the resolution. He disposed of his infernal texts in a rubbish heap and went back to his old ways of delving into crypts of the rich and the burial mounds of the well to do, never having seen his old cohorts again.