Ranger 6/Tempest 5/Fighter 1

Str 18/Dex 14/Con 12/Int 13/Wis 10/Cha 8
HP:120 AC:24 Init:2 Saves:12/8/3 Base:13/8/3 Melee:17/12/7 Ranged:15/10/5
Skills: Balance 5 Heal 9 Knowledge(geography) 10 Knowledge(nature) 10 Listen 9 Sleight of hand 7 Spot 9 Survival 9 Swim 5 Tumble 7
Languages: Common, Elven, Giant, Dwarven
Feats: Track, Dodge, Mobility, Endurance, Spring Attack, Two weapon fighting, Improved two weapon fighting, Improved Critical(scimitar), Two weapon defense, Weapon focus(scimitar)
Equipment: Elven Chain mail +3, Boots of springing and striding, traveler’s cloak
+1 keen flaming burst scimitar 1d6+5 (1d6 fire) (12-20×2 +1d10 fire): 17/12/7
+1 keen acidic giant bane scimitar 1d6+3 (1d6 acid) (12-20×2): 17/12
-becomes 3d6+5 (12-20×2): 19/14 vs giants
Special: Favored enemy giants (+4), monstrous humanoids (+2), Wild Empathy d20+5, Tempest defense +3ac, ambidexterity (-2/0), two weapon spring attack

A focused anger seems to fill this mans eyes. Refuses to fight unless there is no option. Reveres nature. has little trouble with civilization as long as it is kept in bounds. Much of his life has been spent in the pursuit of the lesser forms of giant-kind; Trolls and Ogres. His hatred stems from the death of his wife at the hands of a troll and pair of ogres. His daughter was left crippled in the encounter and Semot’s throat was cut. The wagon they traveled on was taken, and with it most of their worldly possessions. The only reason he survived was from a broken potion of cure light wounds that had fallen from the back of the wagon. He took the wet dirt and rubbed it against his neck in hopes of survival. It worked, but some of the debris healed into his throat and causes him a deal of trouble with his speech.

His hatred of giants ,the troll race in particular, has caused him to spend a fortune on his blades; ensuring the demise of any he might come across. The elven chain was worn by his wife’s elder brother when he served in the elven army. He was a decorated hero but passed on due to a great plague. She was allowed to keep the armor as her parents were too sorrow struck to want a reminder of their son around.

His daughter, Moon Leafson (13), is housed with an aunt. His remaining wealth has been used to fund the girl’s schooling in the arcane academy within that city and keep up with her daily needs. He visits her as often as he can, but that is rarely more than 3 times a year.