Diego "Dio" Brando

A half-elf shifter who will do what it takes to win


Diego “Dio” Brando

Half-elf Shifter 3
CN Medium Humanoid (Elf, human)
Init. +3 Senses Low-light vision Perception +11


AC 18 Touch 14 Flat-footed 15 (+3 Dex, +4 armour, +1 Wis)
hp 30 (3d10) Fort. +3 Ref. +6 Will +4
Defensive abilities Elven immunities, defensive instinct


Spd. 30ft.
Melee Mwk. scimitar +8 (1d6 +4) 18-20/2×
Melee 2 shifter claws +7 (1d4 +6)
Ranged Dagger +6 (1d4 +4) 19-20/2×


Str. 18 Dex. 17 Con. 10 Int. 11 Wis. 17 Cha. 12
Base attack +3 CMB +7 CMD 21
Feats Skill focus (Ride) B, Mounted combat, Ride-by attack
Skills Ride +11, Perception +11, Survival +9 ( +10 to follow tracks), Handle animal +7; Racial modifiers Perception +2
Languages Common, elven, druidic
SQ Minor shifter aspect (Deinonychus, 6 minutes/day), Wild empathy, Track, Woodland stride

Gear Masterwork scimitar, masterwork leather lamellar armour, light combat-trained horse (Silver Bullet), military saddle, saddlebags, bit and bridle, potion of magic fang, dagger ×5, cloak of fangs, bestial rags


“I was abandoned by my parents when I was a child. I was raised by horses.
I was abandoned by the horses, too. Then a pro-wrestler took me in.”

Diego and Silver Bullet make a formidable team. Diego, being a Shifter, is far more attuned to the natural world than many people, which allows him and his horse to move as one. His birth was anything but auspicious: his elf-father hated him from the moment he was born, seeing him as a filthy and impure specimen, attempting to drown the baby Diego in a river before abandoning his partner (Diego’s mother) entirely. Diego’s mother nearly drowned saving him from the torrential river. She and he found a home and work in the house (more realistically, the stables) of a noble family. Diego very quickly became accustomed to working with the horses, and he far preferred them to any of the people. At least horses listened when he spoke. In his few moments of spare time, he would practice horse riding, straying further and further away from the estate and into the forests surrounding it, though he always returned. He knew that if he didn’t, his mother would take the fall (really, the noblemen cared less about losing Diego than Silver Bullet. She was a thoroughbred, after all, and he was just a peasant). It was on one of these excursions into the woods that Diego discovered his potential. He heard the whispering of the First World, the calls of nature and the chattering of animals all around him. It was at that point that he pledged himself to protect the natural world. He had no love for civilisation, after all.
When his mother finally died, Diego stole Silver Bullet and fled from that world. He expected to be pursued for many nights, but Silver Bullet was far faster a horse (and he far more skilled a jockey) than any in the nobleman’s employ.
He began to re-invent himself as a sportsman, a racer. He accrued fame and fortune, the reputation of the blond-haired and blue-eyed genius jockey spreading far and wide. He was certain at this stage that he had escaped his pursuers, who had never thought of him as anything more than a filthy stableboy. Diego never strayed far from the forests and woodlands, however, remember the vow he had made. Promises and honesty are paramount to Diego and, though he has no scruples about manipulating people to his own end, he will never lie or cheat, wishing to prove himself to an uncaring world through his sheer skill alone. Very few know his secret, but rumours proliferate around the fringes of his communities about a prowler, a stalker in the woodlands. Those who disrespect nature in whatever way can expect him to hunt them relentlessly. None know this saurian predator as Diego. Instead, they speak of “Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)”.

Diego "Dio" Brando

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