About BiatzCombat Stats:
Ability Scores:
25 pt buy Str: 16 Dex: 13 Con: 16 = 14 base + 2 racial Int: 10 Wis: 14 Cha: 14 = 12 base + 2 racial Racial Abilities:
Agathion-Blooded (Idyllkin) Celestial Resistance: Aasimars have acid resistance 5, cold resistance 5, and electricity resistance 5 Skilled: +2 Handle Animal, survival Variant Ability: You possess taloned fingers that act as natural weapons and deal 1d4 points of damage. Darkvision Class Abilities:
Favored Enemy (Humanoid [Human]) Track Wild Empathy Feats:
Angelic Blood Traits:
Adopted: Tusked: Huge, sharp tusks bulge from your mouth, and you receive a bite attack (1d4 damage for Medium characters). If used as part of a full attack action, the bite attack is made at your full base attack bonus –5. Trailblazer: You gain a +2 trait bonus on Survival checks. Also, while in the Aspodell Mountains you are able to act on the surprise round of an encounter, though you are still considered flat-footed until you act. Skills:
Skill Points: 6 Handle Animal: 8 = 2 cha + 1 rank + 3 class + 2 racial Knowledge (Nature): 4 = 1 rank + 3 class Perception: 6 = 2 wis + 1 rank + 3 class Ride: 4 = 1 dex + 1 rank + 3 class - 1 ACP Stealth: 4 = 1 dex + 1 rank + 3 class - 1 ACP Survival: 10 = 2 wis + 1 rank + 3 class + 2 racial + 2 trait Equipment:
Start with 300 gp Blanket Winter (3 lbs, 5 sp) Compass (.5 lbs, 10 gp) Heatstone (1 lb, 20 gp) Longbow (3, 75 gp) Shortsword, Sawback (2 lbs, 15 gp) Wooden Armor (25 lbs, 20 gp) Dungeoneering Kit (25 lbs, 15 gp) This bundle of essential supplies for exploring ruins and abandoned cities includes 2 candles, chalk, a hammer and 4 pitons, 50 feet of hemp rope, a hooded lantern with 5 flasks of oil, 2 sacks, 2 torches, and 4 tindertwigs. Pathfinders Kit (12 lbs, 22 gp) -This kit consists of a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, a clay mug, a dagger, 2 fishhooks, flint and steel, a sewing needle, a signal whistle, 50 feet of string, 50 feet of thread, a waterskin, a week's worth of trail rations, and a whetstone. Total Weight: 71.5 lbs Light Load: 76 Left Over Money: 122.5 Background:
“Ol griat Gorun! E jinamj a zom to hiaj ny piophi to zhaugltir em tly griat mani! Hit tly feri burm em ny finahi, tlat a zom nay bi borm to ni!” “Oh great Gorum! I demand a son to lead my people to slaughter in thy great name! Let thy fire burn in my female, that a son may be born to me!” Chief Bhojzphatir (Bloodsplatter), chief of the orcs upon Aspodell Mountains, needed a son to solidify his position as chief. Without a son, he would be considered weak, unable to carry on his line. So he prayed to the great god Gorum, demanding a son. And thus a son was born. As was tradition, the baby was hidden from the male for one month; otherwise the male may kill what appears to be so weak. One month passed and the chief was allowed to see his son. Upon seeing his son, the chief cursed the name of Gorum, killed the female, and cast the baby out to the dogs. The baby was no ordinary orc baby. Oh it had the tusks alright that would grow into a very nice pair of sabre teeth, but that was the only normal thing about him. His arms were scaled like a fish, claws grew where fingernails should have been. He had catlike ears and eyes, fur instead of skin, feathered covered shins, and what appeared to be a fox’s tail. He was a beast! Even by orcish standards. The great god Gorum had heard his prayer all right, but didn’t please him, he cursed him. When others learned of the beast baby they lost faith in their chief, “Maybe he isn’t blessed by the gods? Maybe this is a sign that he needs to be replaced?” So he was replaced… bloodily. Chief Phatirbhojz (Splatterblood) rose up in his stead (its customary for the chief to have blood and splatter in his name, so there isn’t many options of what to choose). Now you may be wondering, what happened to the poor beast baby? Well that is what this story is about. He landed among the dogs, crying. The dogs approached, growling at what intruded upon their kennel. Upon seeing the dogs, the baby stopped crying, reached out a tiny arm at them and rested his hand upon one dog’s nose. They immediately quieted, sensing one who was in tune with their being. They laid down next to this baby that had no name, and soon no family once the chaos of mutiny was over. A lowly orc handler came out to see what all the fuss was. The dogs growled at him, never liking anyone, except what appeared to be this strange baby. The orc was able to get the baby away from the dogs, not without taking a few bites. He wondered whose it was, but it wasn’t long before he learned it was the fallen chief’s son. He knew if this baby was brought out, it would be killed. He knew that must not happen, because there was something strange about them, and about how the animals seemed to react to him. (An unusually smart orc, probably why he was given a lowly job) He found a female to take care of him, to raise him away from the rest of the tribe, out with the animals. The baby was named Biazt, meaning beast. Biatz grew, being one with the animals, for he looked just like one, though a strange one indeed. However, it wasn’t long before people found out about him; he was kind of hard to hide. Born to a failure of a chief, raised by beast tamers, and looking like a beast, he was bullied his whole life. That was until he clawed out one orcs eye, and bit out the jugular of another, helped by a pack of dogs. After that, he was given forced respect, but mostly he was left alone. Biatz didn’t mind that, he enjoyed spending more time with animals than he did with the orcs. It wasn’t long until he was wandering the Aspodell Mountains, looking for new animals, and just enjoying the nature. He learned how to defend himself with his claws and bite, for those times the animals didn’t trust him. He had an enjoyable youth, but eventually the same question burned in his mind as everyone else “Why am I here?” He knew he was something special. He didn’t fit in with the other orcs. Though he looked like a beast, he knew he wasn’t one because he was born of an orc. There was also his shadow, which always showed himself with wings. So he decided to visit the human hamlet, Piren's Bluff, to see if he could find answers. Upon seeing him, they cursed him, spit upon him, calling him devil’s spawn. Leaving rejected, he ran into a group of tieflings from Cheliax. They greeted him, and continued on their way. He had never been shown such civility before, and so he followed them. It wasn’t long before they realized, and set a trap, ambushing him and capturing him. “Why are you following us?” They asked.
They realized he was serious, and so they released him, and asked him about his background. Upon learning what he went through, they invited him back to Cheliax with them, where the persecution isn’t so bad, and where Asmodeaus may be able to answer his questions. They were right, Cheliax was actually pretty good. Of course Biatz had only lived with orcs, so it couldn’t get much worse. The cursing and laughing at him was actually pretty light compared to what he was used too. Still, he didn’t receive any answers. Asmodeaus seemed silent, along with Iomedae and Aroden (not realizing he was dead). So he tried to find something else to do. He joined the city guard, learning how to use weapons and some armor. However, he wasn’t as good with them as his claws and bite, and the people didn’t give him much respect for how he looked. So he sought elsewhere. One evening, while sitting by himself in a tavern, a note was delivered to his table. To the one called Biatz
Truthfully, the letter intrigued Biatz. How did this man hear about me? I must admit the mountains are lovely, but why would a man care about ruins? Not knowing what else to do, and his curiosity piqued, he met with the man.
Appearance:
Biatz has a very nice pair of sabre teeth, but that is the only normal orc thing about him. His arms are scaled like a dragon, claws growing where fingernails should be. He has catlike ears and eyes, a piercing yellow in the night. He has brown fur instead of skin that blends smoothly into feathers that cover his shins. He also has what appears to be a fox’s tail. He tries to hide most of this behind his clothes, not because he's ashamed, but because it makes life easier. He wears sturdy knee high boots that covers most his feathers, the rest covered by leather breeches. Strapped to his waste is a backup shortsword with a saw on the back that he mainly uses for cutting wood. He wears an ordinary shirt covered by leather armor that is sewn with fire-treated wood that covers important areas. He also has gloves with cut outs for his claws, and a cloak that covers his tail. A wide-brimmed hat covers his ears and most of his face. However he can't hide his shadow, which always shows himself with wings. Personality:
Despite being raised by orcs, he does not have the rape, pillage, and murder mentality. Probably because he was never invited on any of the raids. He spent all his time out with the animals, learning more to act instinctively than morally. He will be shy at first, maybe even hostile depending on your intentions, but if you take the time to get to know him, and bond with him, he will become loyal. Nature has been good to him, and so he gives good back to those he meets. This doesn’t stop him from shedding blood, it is kill or be killed after all, but he would prefer friendly words before having to stoop to that. The incident of violence with the other orcs as a child still haunts him, but gives him courage as well. He knows that he has power, but he doesn’t want to repeat what happened that day, because no one really liked him because of that. He became the “Don’t talk to him, look at NoThroat, you don’t want that happening to you.” orc. |
