The Blood Knives
Game Master Monkeygod

It doesnt take a genius to see this group is suffering from too many captains. What I bring to the table is the ability to and an affinity for getting my hands dirty. Doing the kind of work that others scoff at but needs done regardless. Disposing of bodies...dont ask, patching up amateurs after they screw up, playing out cons to the end and collecting the coin when its done. My magic is a boon to any force and I have...certain esoteric knowledge as well.

2) You're able to survive and thrive quite nicely, where do you see yourself two years from the start of the game? In other words, what personal goals, outside of the anything to do with the Blood Knives, would you like to accomplish??

Two years is a good start but real plans take alot longer to bring to fruition. It is enough time to collect a fair amount of coin and the gear required for higher endeavors. There's seas of gold to be had in Absalom. I have absolutely no designs to be the head of any organization by then. Maybe run a Hand or some such...

3) You're caught in the act. How do you get away? Answering "I never get caught" is the wrong answer and will get you feed to my pet Daemon.

Hahaha! Well alot of young bloods think they're never gooing to get caught or that they have the skills or strength of arms to avoid it at the end. But the truth is getting pinched is inevitable in this line of work. The dark Lord knows Ive done some time...quite a bit of it. its no feast day but it isnt the end of times either. Sure I'll resist when they catch me red handed but not to the point of getting a belly full of steel over it. If my tricks cant get me clear then I'll trust to the silver tongue of the lawyer I have on retainer or the Blood Knives bribes if Im still worth it. Otherwise I'll sit and plot while doing my bid.

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After some time he attracted bigger fish with his animal ferocity, hunter's mentality, silver tongue, and golden face. He works as an enforcer, contract killer, and extortionist. He's worked largely on his own but is cunning in his wit and knows when to deal for the greatest gains. He eschews weapons that cannot be easily concealed in his waistline and armor entirely. He prefers to dress in the finest apparel and jewelry his lucrative trade can afford. He doesn't mind to get dirty in his clothes, he'll simply buy new ones( but he'll certainly complain about losing a favorite item). He believes a fool is born every minute, and consequentially, a coin to be made off of said fool.
He's an intimidating, unnerving prescence. He's quite attractive, and knows how to enhance it further with his imposing wardrobe. He's a man brimming with controlled rage; Able to unleash furious teeth and claws at a moments notice, despite his austere, even appealing appearance.

Saves
-Fortitude +6
-Reflex +5
-Will
+6
+2 against enchantment spells and effects

AC/Flatfoot AC 16/14
Touch AC 16

CMB 6
CMD 19

Hit Points: 21

BAB +2
Attack +5
Flurry of Blows +5/+5
Ranged Flurry of Blows +3/+3
Flurry with Quarterstaff +6/+6
Damage 1d6+3
Quarterstaff 1d8+3

Speed 30

Racial Abilities:
Darkvision 60ft
Spell Like Ability: Magic Stone 1/day
Granite Skin: +1 racial bonus to natural armor
Crytalline Form: +2 ac vs rays

Class Features:
Touch of Serenity
Flurry of Blows
Evasion
Fast Movement: 10ft
Still Mind

Feats:
Dodge: +1 AC
Improved Grapple (Bonus)
Improved Unarmed Strike (Free)
Nimble Moves: move through 5 feet of difficult terrain as if normal
Improved Bull Rush (Free)
Power Attack: -1 to attack for +2 to damage

1927gp 9sp 7cp

3 caltrops 6lbs 3cp
backpack 2gp 2lbs
20 sets of 5 shuriken 20gp 1d2 X2 10ft 1/2lb each p
3 potions of cat's grace
3 potions of invisibility
3 potions of sanctuary

Luckily for him, Irasa opted for a wagon ride down the river to Westcrown, before he got on a ship for Absalom. Irasa never knew that he would be afraid of deep water, but he learned on that trip. He feared that if he was to go overboard, he would sink like a stone, not to mention how utterly unmatched he would be against the creatures of the deep, so the trip to Absalom was spent in utter terror. In fact, the only relief he got on the trip were those moments that he plotted revenge against the sailors that he'd overheard referring to him as an anchor. . .

The ship arrived in Absalom without incident, but not before Irasa had abandoned his plans of becoming a bard, or more accurately, abandoned any plans of returning home. As ashamed as he was of his fear, he had decided that he would never get on another ship again, certainly not for long enough for the shore to vanish beyond the horizon. Resigning himself to a life in Absalom, it didn't take long to fall in with the local criminal element, through the church, of all things. Because Asmodeus doesn't rule over Absalom, his church has ties to various criminal organizations, mostly to keep the magisters on their toes.

Irasa decided to train himself as a monk in hopes that the focus and discipline involved would help him overcome his fears. His role in the organization is likely either a bodyguard, or a tough, and he has a code of honor that would make his god proud. He will not harm a child outside of self defense, though women are fair game, as they can be as much of a threat as any man. He will never break a promise if it can be avoided, and so rarely makes promises, and his loyalty is absolute to those he believes are deserving.

There are many answers to that, but as a service to the both of us, I'll only cover the big ones. First of all, there is the fact that as a member in good standing of a Chelaxian noble house, I offer an air of legitimacy to your fine organization. I realize that might not be enough, since we are a long way from Cheliax, so there is also the fact that I can do things in ways that others can't. I am an accomplished bodyguard, and I know my fair share about narcotic effects. Finally, my ability to fight well without armor would make makes me an accomplished scout, or spy, especailly if there are no locked doors in the way.

2) You're able to survive and thrive quite nicely, where do you see yourself two years from the start of the game? In other words, what personal goals, outside of the anything to do with the Blood Knives, would you like to accomplish?

I will start by saying that I am not looking to lead. I would not step into a leadership position unless there was no one more capable than me, which there might not. As to where I'll be, it's hard to say, between you and me, I might not be a member of the Blood Knives by then, but only if my wildest dreams come true. My true ambition is to subvert the 'legitimate' government of Absalom, and replace it with one more similar to back home, with Asmodeus and and the emperor ruling side by side. Of course, that would involve overthrowing more than just the government, but a kidnapping here and there, not long after you've got yourself a government that is seen as impotent, and impotent governments don't last. The trick will be getting it replaced with the right one.

3) You're caught in the act. How do you get away? Answering "I never get caught" is the wrong answer and will get you feed to my pet Daemon.

Well, that depends on what is meant by 'caught in the act'. A guardsman catches me doing something untoward? I run, using one of my potions to help me get away if I have to. This town has a lot more shadows than city guards, and I'm willing to bet that I know more hidey holes than the guards know to search. I would not try fighting, unless of course there was only one, and then I would still not kill him if I could avoid it. If I was to get captured, well that's a different question. To be honest I don't know what I'd do, but I have no doubt that it would be the stuff of legends for ages to come!

It was the perhaps the one thing besides time that was able to raise up kingdoms and tear them assunder and in some way or another inhabited every person to walk the Golarion. Well, at least thats how Cairn believed.

Cairn was born and raised in Absalom and knew it well. His childhood was something that once he became a man he put it behind him and left it there with no attachments. This was something he knew most men were unable to do no matter how high they climbed.

Coming of age he left his home and settled into the Coins where he met with all manner of unsavory people. They filled his head with tales of treasure and the easier ways to get it. It didnt take long for those influences to take root in his impressionable mind. His youth was somewhat wasted on petty thievery and small time cons. After doing a few months for a mugging that left an old man crippled he decided to change his ways and seek honest work.

He had designs to become a mortician. Death was life's one certainty and there was much profit to glean from it. He started out digging graves and maintaining the church of Pharasma's grave yard. It was boring work and gave an impatient Cairn plenty of time to think of easier money. Plus the Lady of Graves wasnt exactly free with coin.

It wasnt long before he fell in with a gang who had connections to the sort of scary individuals that most people wouldnt even talk about. It also wasnt long before the gang was upping the ante on the stakes for a shot at higher profit and not long after that things went bad. They'd used Carin's knowledge of the graveyard to heist a particularly opulent tomb. They had sacks filled with loot and were almost in the clear when the shouts the Lady's guards could be heard near at hand. Two of the devout men cornered Cairn and he filled one's belly with his short sword before he saw a brief explosion of pain followed by darkness.

The trial was quick and decisive. He would spend the next three years in a dark hole unless he gave up the names of his accomplinces. He remembered too well one of the 'boss's' addages that "snitches get stitches" and wisely kept his mouth shut. True to their word they tossed him in a dark cell. He had never felt so alone...

Or was he? He hadnt seen anyone else in the cell before the iron bound door slammed shut and the light with it but there were four definitive voices in the dark with him. They named themselves Father , Reaper, Master and Fingers. He welcomed those voices with open arms and a very open mind. They taught him secrets and he harbored these secrets like treasure. They also gave him hope. Hope that this incarceration wouldnt last forever and that if all he did was believe then he would be saved. And believe he did.

His captors often brought visitors. Visitors that would beat him sensless trying to get him to squeal on the others that had evidently desecrated some supposed Saint of Pharasma. Stangely the voices disappeared during these visits but returned as soon as the door shut again. Feeding his hate and helping him plot his tormentors murders.

He wasnt really sure how long he was in that hole but finally came the day that they let him out. He squinted at the sun's damning light and as he melted into the crowd there was but one thought.

...time to get to work...

As a follower of the god of greed, secrets, poison and murder, Firavel can offer "unholy" guidance regarding that portfolio to the crew. He can craft various poisons for them, if they are willing and able to use them. He also has some skill at healing.

2) You're able to survive and thrive quite nicely, where do you see yourself two years from the start of the game? In other words, what personal goals, outside of the anything to do with the Blood Knives, would you like to accomplish??

Firavel wants to establish a new hidden church of Norgorber to supplant the one he was ousted from (and in fact wouldn't mind seeing the old one ruined).

3) You're caught in the act. How do you get away? Answering "I never get caught" is the wrong answer and will get you feed to my pet Daemon.

Identifying Firavel Mandorellian as the individual called "Fear" who is performing acts of assassination, thuggery, and larceny is often difficult due to his use of disguise and the mask he always wears while "on the job".

If caught on the job, he has several options to choose from (often the choice depends on the job he is doing):
- He can cast Charm Person on the witness and convince them not to call the authorities. Perhaps handing them an item or two that would implecate them in the deed.
- He can talk his way into being released through Bluff and Intimidation.
- He can flee and make it difficult for his pursuers to track.
- He can rely on his spells and poisoned weapons to prevent the witnesses from speaking... ever again...

4) Is there anything you are uncomfortable with, ie child/adult slavery, prostitution, etc?

Not really, although I'd prefer, perhaps, handwaving stuff related to children.

Around the time the boy matured into adolescence, a full moon brought on a terrible first contact with his close connection to the beasts of the world. Consumed with murderous rage, and with new-found claws, Castieen tore his father asunder when he tried to calm his lunacy-taken son. Upon seeing the terror stricken face of his sister, he fell out of the rage. He persevered through fatigue and ran as fast as he could through the night, eventually passing out delirious and waking up in chains.

The young elf found himself in a katapesh nightstall slave pin. An underground fighting ring had picked up a rare pale, sun touched desert elf, a lucky find passed out in the outskirts . He was a wiry, relatively small specimen and was expected to take a good beating at the hands of a barrel chested Osirian man. A great draw in the nightstalls. He surprised his opponent and the crowd by spinning into a bestial rage and killing the man in a spray of blood.

Castieen was successful fighter, but still a slave. His killer instinct attracted unsavory attention from a street gang, who strong-armed the ownership of Castieen from the small time fight organizer. He lived for a year as not much more than an attack dog until he decided he was tired of being owned. Under cover of night, with light from the Full moon once again, Castieen murdered his owner, stole his fine clothes and as much jewelry as he could pull off without being suspicious. He bribed his way aboard a cargo ship to nearby Absalom with the fine gold and silks and set sail to start a new life in the city at the center of the world.

He's lived his life here in Absalom for the past 10 years. He's made a living on his own terms through the old familiar pit fight, working as a guard, extortion, and contract killing. His time in the city has dulled his more savage tendencies in everyday life, and he has learned to control his murderous rage. He now taps into the inner reserve of bestial fury with the cold determination of an apex predator. Castieen sees himself as this apex predator in an urban jungle. His high fashion and soft face are necessary camouflage, and admitted points of pride, as a tiger is proud of his stripes. His crimes are beginning to take on a more cerebral angle and he is searching for an organization, of similar predators.

1) What, exactly, can you bring to the Blood Knives? Be as specific and detailed as possible.

Castien is a cool, collected killer. Think of him like a deadly wise guy, preferring to keep up appearances and have the finest things his criminal life can offer him. As such, he's constantly profiteering. He's a deadly combatant and when in his controlled rage needs no weaponry at all. Given the fact he wears fine clothes and not bulky armor, he is an unexpected melee force. He's intimidating, and altogether unnerving, a wolf thinly veiled in sheep's clothing. He has a way of moving through crowds and also intimidating groups of people. He has a friend in a high place in Dyrianna, and would likely have access to vital information. He's an effective enforcer, undercover guard, hit man, intel broker. Wildly ambitious and deadly.

2) You're able to survive and thrive quite nicely, where do you see yourself two years from the start of the game? In other words, what personal goals, outside of the anything to do with the Blood Knives, would you like to accomplish??

Castieen is concerned with building his network of contacts. He knows the power of information and seeks to strengthen a relationship with Dyrianna and the Ascendant court district of Absalom. The higher up the friends the better. He pays lip service at the very least to Calistria and doesn't mind to make friends in the church. Two years is practically the blink of an eye to Castieen and he isn't the leading type. He'll focus on being high ranking muscle in the next 2 years. The man that is eventually called on for critical times and strikes fear into the heart of any citizen of Absalom. Until then he's content to carry on his hedonistic lifestyle among the slower lived races and make money that is always to be made.

3) You're caught in the act. How do you get away? Answering "I never get caught" is the wrong answer and will get you feed to my pet Daemon.

Depends on the odds. If they're in Castieen's favor he'll always try to bluff his way out of a situation, and if that is called into doubt, he reacts with fury and intimidation. If cornered by 3 or less able bodied men, he'll most likely rage and strike with claws. Also he's never above legging it. He can move through crowds of people unimpeded and can lose almost any pursuer this way. It's also in his experience that if he simply carries on with running/climbing/jumping through the urban jungle, the average guard will simply not be able to keep pace in armor and will be overcome with fatigue before Castieen is. In time he will come to rely on a network of contacts to get him out of trouble but is as of yet relatively low key.