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About Chaine "The Butcher" Alazario

Chaine speaks Shoanti (barbarian mother) and Varisian (father was a travelling gypsie butcher). The father taught both languages to him, as the mother disappeared soon after delivery (she delivered far from the tribe, faking that she was on a "vision quest"; she came back to the tribe in the weeks following the delivery and none of the tribesmen suspected anything; she was quite the respected warrior within the tribe, and above suspicion for most). Chaine grew up with the gypsies until he reached teenagehood, during which time he rebelled against much of their way of life. His lack of charm and his straightforward, adverse-to-swindle others attitude put him at odds with the gypsies, who have no qualms exploiting others weaknesses or lack of caution. He got in a lot of fights, and had a lot of arguments with his father. He suspected his father believed him as slow-witted, and ashamed of him. His lack of interest for the frivolous plans of his fellow gypsies resulted in them excluding him from important decisions, and before long, he ditched them when they passed close to Korvosa and joined the Hellknight Youth movement.

He felt at home in this new disciplined environment, and chalked up any personal moral objections or dilemmas he encountered during these early years as personal flaws that needed ironing out, flaws he had no doubt acquired with his deviant gypsie kin. Fully grown up, he was gladly accepted within the Hellknights, and quickly rose through the junior ranks to settle to the typical "work horse" rank of the organisation: a full-fledged Hellknight. As missions upon missions unfolded successfully, everyone came to want Chaine as part of their team. He was dynamic and gifted with a great understanding of military tactics.

When success turned in important victories for the Order of the Nail, he got noticed by the brass, and got invited to officers' parties and private functions. This is when he saw fiends for the first time. Officers and mages from Cheliax discussing with these fiends openly. Chaine's amazement did not end there, as he soon found himself at a secret training camp where Chelaxian priests and mages routinely summoned the fiends and threw him and the rest of the best warriors of the Order against cruel, grinning devils. "The best combat training of Golarion," they said, as they healed his physical wounds a few breaths away from his death. However the scars on Chaine's mind and soul did not disappear with this unholy healing. As he witnessed his fellow soldiers' soul and lust for life slowly disappear along the weeks or months that followed, only to be replaced by a dull, cruel efficiency in everything they undertook, Chaine's inner-self once more rebelled.

As with his early teenage years, physical fights with his peers were the first indicator of his malaise, but the officers of this hell camp cared little about what went on outside the training sessions. Unable to drive home his arguments with his fists, and seeing the other soldiers mostly accepted these new "methods" without batting an eye, he began to seek his escape by drinking. This downwards spiral almost ended badly for Chaine. Like all dissenters, insubordinates, deserters and traitors to the Order of Nail, Chaine was sent to the Demonstration Pit. The DP, as they called it, a man-made excavation made atop an elevated plateau in the hills neighbouring the training camp. There, other soldiers would gather around the edges of the pit, observing the hapless condemned being ripped apart by devils. They would observe the cruel hunting and fighting tactics of devils. Execution made into a soldier's treat.

Chaine was sent to the pit along with four other detainees: two Andoran freedom fighters and two local Korvosan prisoners. The fiends made quick work of three of them, and pinned the remaining Andoran against the pit's rocky wall, where he lay screaming for the amusement of the Hellknights above. As he saw the fiends bear down on him, licking their claws from their last kill, he witnessed a starknife whizzing in the sky above, only to plant itself in the skull of the mage who had summoned the devils. As the summoned fiends disappeared in angry hisses, one by one, the Hellknights above burst into action and immediately charged the threat - unseen to Chaine - towards to bottom of the hill. Chaine helped the Andoran up the sides of the pit, and both men escaped higher into the hills, managing to avoid detection, thankful of the commotion down below.

After a few hours, Chaine heard the barking of hounds and men. There would be no rest for them on that night. The pursuers were catching up to them. Worse: the Andoran was slowing him down, and leaving a messy trail of blood that the hounds would be able to follow easily. No words were required between the men. Chaine's stare was enough. The Andoran managed to wheeze out, "I understand" in a sophisticated common, and darted to the left, splitting up in a direction perpendicular to Chaine's. In the hour that followed, the barking and commotion from Chaine's trackers grew more distant. No doubt they had followed the Andoran's trail. As if on cue, the blood curdling cries of a man, far downslope, made it to Chaine's ears. Chaine would never forget that scream.

In the months that followed, Chaine remained on the run. When both the distance from Korvosa and the gaps in his mind due to alcohol became great enough, Chaine started to slow down. He kept moving, but stayed a bit longer in each town... often able to take small jobs... bouncing taverns... until he ended up at the top of the world, at the frontier of frontiers... in Riddleport, where men have no past, and where future is a privilege to the few, not the many.

One night, in the middle of his usual drunken haze, a beautiful woman sat at his table and offered him a caravan guard job out of Riddleport and into the Varisian hills to the east. He accepted the work and in the weeks that followed, he sobered up enough to understand that he had gotten himself into a Pathfinder Society mission. He has been on the move since, and he thanks both the Society and Cayden Cailean for the second chance.