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Ethaniel Meveri's page

384 posts. Alias of Hamied.


Full Name

Ethaniel Meveri

Race

Half-Elf

Classes/Levels

Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

30

Alignment

Chaotic Neutral

Deity

Calistria

Location

Riddleport

Languages

Common (Taldane), Elven, Varisian

Strength 16
Dexterity 13
Constitution 12
Intelligence 13
Wisdom 15
Charisma 10

About Ethaniel Meveri

Listed information under Class Features, Racial Traits, Feats, Traits and Domains is copyrighted by Paizo Publishing LLC and is reproduced here via http://www.d20pfsrd.com

Class Features:
Channel Energy (Su): Regardless of alignment, any cleric can release a wave of energy by channeling the power of her faith through her holy (or unholy) symbol. This energy can be used to cause or heal damage, depending on the type of energy channeled and the creatures targeted.

A good cleric (or a neutral cleric who worships a good deity) channels positive energy and can choose to deal damage to undead creatures or to heal living creatures. An evil cleric (or a neutral cleric who worships an evil deity) channels negative energy and can choose to deal damage to living creatures or to heal undead creatures. A neutral cleric of a neutral deity (or one who is not devoted to a particular deity) must choose whether she channels positive or negative energy. Once this choice is made, it cannot be reversed. This decision also determines whether the cleric can cast spontaneous cure or inflict spells (see spontaneous casting).

Channeling energy causes a burst that affects all creatures of one type (either undead or living) in a 30-foot radius centered on the cleric. The amount of damage dealt or healed is equal to 1d6 points of damage plus 1d6 points of damage for every two cleric levels beyond 1st (2d6 at 3rd, 3d6 at 5th, and so on). Creatures that take damage from channeled energy receive a Will save to halve the damage. The DC of this save is equal to 10 + 1/2 the cleric's level + the cleric's Charisma modifier. Creatures healed by channel energy cannot exceed their maximum hit point total—all excess healing is lost. A cleric may channel energy a number of times per day equal to 3 + her Charisma modifier. This is a standard action that does not provoke an attack of opportunity. A cleric can choose whether or not to include herself in this effect.

A cleric must be able to present her holy symbol to use this ability.

Domains: A cleric's deity influences her alignment, what magic she can perform, her values, and how others see her. A cleric chooses two domains from among those belonging to her deity. A cleric can select an alignment domain (Chaos, Evil, Good, or Law) only if her alignment matches that domain. If a cleric is not devoted to a particular deity, she still selects two domains to represent her spiritual inclinations and abilities (subject to GM approval). The restriction on alignment domains still applies.

Each domain grants a number of domain powers, dependent upon the level of the cleric, as well as a number of bonus spells. A cleric gains one domain spell slot for each level of cleric spell she can cast, from 1st on up. Each day, a cleric can prepare one of the spells from her two domains in that slot. If a domain spell is not on the cleric spell list, a cleric can prepare it only in her domain spell slot. Domain spells cannot be used to cast spells spontaneously.

In addition, a cleric gains the listed powers from both of her domains, if she is of a high enough level. Unless otherwise noted, activating a domain power is a standard action.

Spontaneous Casting: A good cleric (or a neutral cleric of a good deity) can channel stored spell energy into healing spells that she did not prepare ahead of time. The cleric can “lose” any prepared spell that is not an orison or domain spell in order to cast any cure spell of the same spell level or lower (a cure spell is any spell with “cure” in its name).

An evil cleric (or a neutral cleric of an evil deity) can’t convert prepared spells to cure spells but can convert them to inflict spells (an inflict spell is one with “inflict” in its name).

A cleric who is neither good nor evil and whose deity is neither good nor evil can convert spells to either cure spells or inf lict spells (player’s choice). Once the player makes this choice, it cannot be reversed. This choice also determines whether the cleric channels positive or negative energy (see channel energy).

Racial Traits:
Low-Light Vision: Half-elves can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light (see low-light vision).

Adaptability: Half-elves receive Skill Focus as a bonus feat at 1st level.

Elf Blood: Half-elves count as both elves and humans for any effect related to race.

Elven Immunities: Half-elves are immune to magic sleep effects and get a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects.

Keen Senses: Half-elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception skill checks.

Multitalented: Half-elves choose two favored class at first level and gain +1 hit point or +1 skill point whenever they take a level in either one of those classes.

Offense:
Melee: Whip +6 (1d3+3 nonlethal), Dagger +4 (1d4+3), Rapier +4 (1d6+3)
CMB: +4
BAB: +1
Defense:
AC: 18 (Touch 11, Flat-Footed 17)
CMD: 15
Saves: Fortitude +5, Reflex +1, Will +4
Feats:
Combat Expertise
You can choose to take a –1 penalty on melee attack rolls and combat maneuver checks to gain a +1 dodge bonus to your Armor Class. When your base attack bonus reaches +4, and every +4 thereafter, the penalty increases by –1 and the dodge bonus increases by +1. You can only choose to use this feat when you declare that you are making an attack or a full-attack action with a melee weapon. The effects of this feat last until your next turn.

Skill Focus (Perception)
You get a +3 bonus on all checks involving the chosen skill. If you have 10 or more ranks in that skill, this bonus increases to +6.

Weapon Focus (Whip)
You gain a +1 bonus on all attack rolls you make using the selected weapon.

Skills:
+5(+1) Acrobatics
+1 Appraise
+0 Bluff
+7(+3) Climb
+0 Diplomacy
+0 Disguise
+1(-3) Escape Artist
+1(-3) Fly
+2 Heal
+0 Intimidate
+12 Perception
+1(-3) Ride
+6 Sense Motive
+5(+1) Stealth
+2 Surival
+7(+3) Swim
Traits:
Looking for Work (Perception)
Pick one of the following skills: Bluff, Craft (any), Diplomacy, Intimidate, Perform (any), Profession (Gambler), or Perception. You gain a +1 trait bonus in that skill, and that skill is always considered a class skill for you.

Opportunistic
You gain a +1 trait bonus on attacks of opportunity when using a dagger, sword, or whip.

Domains:
Chaos
Touch of Chaos (Sp): You can imbue a target with chaos as a melee touch attack. For the next round, anytime the target rolls a d20, he must roll twice and take the less favorable result. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

Domain Spells: 1st - Protection from Law

Luck
Bit of Luck (Sp): You can touch a willing creature as a standard action, giving it a bit of luck. For the next round, any time the target rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

Domain Spells: 1st - True Strike

Equipment:
Breastplate (200 gp)
Dagger (1 gp)
Rapier (20 gp)
Swan Boat Feather Token (450 gp)
Masterwork Whip (301 gp)
Masterwork Buckler (165 gp)
Masterwork Backpack (50 gp)
Silver Holy Symbol (25 gp)
A Pair of Chakrams (2 gp)
Waterskin (1 gp)
100-ft. Hemp Rope (2 gp)
Grappling Hook (1 gp)
Wrist Sheath (1 gp)
Spell Component Pouch (5 gp)
Blanket (5 sp)
Basket (4 sp)
Bedroll (1 sp)

23 gp, 23 sp, 30 cp

Appearance:
Ethaniel is well-built for a half-elf, though he looks unnaturally weary for his thirty years. He dresses in worn, simple clothing in a Varisian fashion. A tattered scarf hangs about his neck. Two scabbards hang from his left hip, one holding a dagger and the other a rapier. At his right hangs a leather whip. A dented breastplate protects his torso.
Background:
Ethaniel’s hands were shaking. The body was heavier than he’d thought it would be. He’d heard the canvas bag rip a minute back. The strap felt as if it had loosened. He was greatly relieved when he reached the water. He looked over his shoulder again. There was a man slumped against a nearby building. His head was down. Did he know? Cursing softly, Ethaniel hoisted his burden to his shoulder again, and moved on.

It had taken longer than he had though it would, for Henri to die. His bulging eyes had stared up in surprise as the whip tightened around his neck. Ethaniel could not imagine why Henri had been surprised. It had never been a question of “if”, only "when". The bastard had finally paid for his betrayal, and for a split second, Ethaniel had felt whole once again.

But that feeling was gone. The moment had been exhilarating; the aftermath was anything but. Ethaniel had watched Henri dispose of a dozen bodies over the years, but he had not imagined it would be so arduous. Perhaps he was being overly cautious; Henri had never worried about who had seen him dump a corpse in the harbor. He always insisted that he had a reputation to maintain, and that being occasionally seen with a body was a good thing. Perhaps that is why he never made Ethaniel carry them.

But he’d made Ethaniel accompany him. He’d forced him to watch. It shouldn’t be so hard. He shouldn't be so nervous. He and Henri had been seen in the past, to be sure, and never had the Gendarmes come to their door. They would not come over this. But what if they did?

The docks would not do. Ethaniel grunted as he adjusted the position of the body. The Boneyard. There was quicksand there, and vermin. Vermin that would pick the corpse clean if the earth refused to swallow it. It was far, though, and his load was heavy.

And yet, he’d come very far already. He was many leagues from the Calistrian temple where he’d been born. He thought of those early days as he whispered another prayer to the Savored Sting. She’d finally seen him through his plotted revenge. He had done something he could not conceive of as a child, yet he did so under the blessing of the goddess that had been as close to a mother as he’d had. To this day, he had no idea which of the abbesses had actually birthed him. They never did tell him.

But Calistria had been there, in that sacred place, and he was sure now that he had known her grace, even as a child. She must have known the creature he would become, and she must have also known what it would take for him to free himself. Was he free now? Could he begin a new life?

There was little money in Ethaniel’s pocket. Henri had not the riches he had always boasted of. A few weapons and a breastplate. A few coins. Ethaniel would not have a roof over his head. He dared not return to the tenements without Henri. They would find him there. Not the Gendarmes. The other filth that worked with his late master. Thieves…brigands…murderers…

The last word stuck in his mind, for he was a murderer now too. But it was justified, he told himself again, remembering the feeling of long-awaited triumph. Henri had done much wrong in his life, yet all of it Ethaniel could have forgiven it not for his betrayal. Ethaniel saw it clearly in his mind. The riders came over the hill. They brought death and ruin to the innocents. And for Henri, the one who had led them to the caravan, they brought coin. Payment. A reward.

Ethaniel had never known a man as fine as Brovess Meveri. He recalled the day that the swarthy Varisian had come to the temple. He’d just stepped into the main chamber, as so many travelers did, and smiled widely at the abbess that greeted him. But at the moment that his gaze fell upon Ethaniel, the smile faded, and tears came to his eyes. Ethaniel had thought himself a slave when he was sent on with Meveri’s caravan. He did not understand, as a young child, that the man only wanted a son.

Henri was there then. He was like a brother to Brovess Meveri. He was an uncle to young Ethaniel. He was a part of the family. He was warm. He had a big laugh. And he was a betrayer. A betrayer that had finally gotten what he deserved.

Ethaniel passed a group of rowdy sailors. Two of them looked him up and down. A hand went to a hilt. Ethaniel’s was faster. He rolled the body from his shoulders and into the legs of his would-be assailant. The dagger was in his fingers a second later, and in the next, the blade was to the sailor’s stubbly throat. The man sneered. The other sailors watched, unmoving.

”You think you can carry two bodies, boy?” He spoke through yellowed teeth. His breath was ghastly.

Ethaniel said nothing. He sheathed his dagger and hoisted Henri back onto his shoulder. The man got to his feet, but did not advance. The sailors watched Ethaniel as he walked away.

Grim thoughts danced through Ethaniel’s head. No chance of a secret now. He would answer for what he had done. He was sure of that now. It might be a knife from the dark of an alley. It might be the gallows. No matter. Brovess and the others in his caravan had been avenged, at long last. Ethaniel had fulfilled his task. Whatever was left was extra.

The images of the day the riders came once again flooded his mind. They were elves, but not like those he had ever seen, before that day, or since. Their skin was grey and their hair was a striking white. They’d killed everybody, and for what purpose, Ethaniel had never known. He remembered them searching the wreckage. He remembered that their leader handed Henri a heavy purse. Ethaniel thought of the heavy purse as he carried the body down into the Boneyard.

”Spare that one.” Henri had said, so many years ago. ”He’s a bought slave, and he falls to me since he still lives.” The grey-skinned elf had lowered his sword. The riders had left. ”Get up and come, boy.” Henri had said. ”Was nothing to be done about that. Save our lives is all I could do.” They had walked away without burying any of the dead.

I am giving him a rite he denied the innocents. Ethaniel thought. I am better than him.

The body sank into the wet sand of the marsh. Ethaniel’s long path to vengeance was over. It had started that day, so long ago. A straightforward duel had brought only humiliation and pain. Plotting and waiting, though, had brought success, however long it was in coming.

The slowest poison is the sweetest.

Ethaniel tried to recall the faces of Brovess Meveri and the other travelers: those whom he had finally honored with his ruthless justice. All he could see, however, were the bulging eyes of Henri.


Hit Points: 20
Movement: 30 ft. (20 ft.)
Initiative: +1
Favored Class: Cleric/Fighter*

* see Multitalented racial trait.


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