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-nods- I figured as much. Just put him up there in case you got curious. Working on his cohort now, whose going to be a straight wizard character. XD


Alright, my character is done... Sort of. I'm going to be bringing him over to this site and the format you want soon. It was just much easier for me to do it on mythweavers first, since that's the format I'm so used too. If you want a preview feel free to check him out, but do know that I'm still working on what I want him too look like and looking for a cool picture of him. Oh, and a name. He definitely needs a name. Fighter

Mechanically speaking, he's a Fighter gone Dragon Disciple. This guy, at least compared to other high levels I've made in the past, is just a little scary. Mixed with the Guardian Mythic Path he's hard to even scratch, and what he can swing back... He's fricking awesome. Already got ideas for his story too but I won't get too much into that just yet.

I do apologize for my question by the way. Skipped right over the answer when I read through the thread checking out the competition.


Woops. That's what I get for staying up so late. Awesome, will finish working on the character now then.


How is HP calculated?


With multi-classing allowed it is possible... hmm... I could just focus on the fact that... hmm... I'm... going to... darn it... hmm...

Give me just a little while. Sometimes when I'm stuck on an idea I want to play I need inspiration. While I do, I'm going to ask a couple quick mechanical questions.

I see guns everywhere as part of the saying, so would I be allowed to play the gunslinger? If so, how long do you think it would take to actually get a gun?

If its not really a viable option till about level 5 or something I probably won't go with it (since as you mentioned that's a pretty far ways away to bank on making a gunslinger). But I might make a ranger or maybe even rogue instead. I.e. Something ranged with skills. I ask about gunslinger first because I honestly just plain old love the class, but.. hmm... Yeah, still need inspiration, but an answer would certainly help.

I'll be straight with you as far this game. It sounds like a lot of fun. Joshua was my first choice, but he's not my last. I've got other characters and concepts I could play and the truth is Joshua is partially based on one I'm thinking of using, though he has a daughter instead of a younger sister and a sister-in law whose actually not a drunk but, while loving her niece, hates the guy who got her sister killed (him, accidentally).


5d20 ⇒ (9, 14, 20, 12, 20) = 75


Are there any big changes to the setting that you're homebrewing? I've got plenty of PbP experience but never had the chance to play a council of thieves games so it doesn't make much difference to me, but if there aren't 'll be referring to the book for some setting details. XD

How rare are Aasimar in the city?

Is there a limit to the length of the part where we write from the characters perspective? Limit to the length of the background?

What sort of creatures might a guard encounter at night that could inflict such a grievous injury? (again, I know the very basics of the AP at best XD.)

Do you have anything against siblings or the like for NPC's, specifically one the character may have to take care of?

And lastly... hmm... am I allowed to refluff some of the evolutions a little? Like, instead of claws on by characters or hands legs when he gets the evolution, he has serrated greaves or gauntlets? Mechanically changing nothing of course.


Str: 8
Dex: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11
Con: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 = 13
Int: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 3) + 6 = 14
Wis: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11
Cha: 18

Hmm... couple idea's honestly.

I'm going to do a little research on the campaign setting... got an idea...


I know exactly where I'm going with this guy. o.o

Edit: 1d8 ⇒ 2
1d8 ⇒ 7
1d8 ⇒ 2


1d100 ⇒ 8
1d100 ⇒ 89

Rolling twice cause 99 told me to. XD


Hey, hey. Slow down guys. I just got back on. XD

Alternate Physical
1d100 ⇒ 1
1d100 ⇒ 91
1d100 ⇒ 92
1d100 ⇒ 64
1d100 ⇒ 99
1d100 ⇒ 61

Heritage

1d100 ⇒ 17
1d100 ⇒ 98
1d100 ⇒ 56


And rolling height... because I've never done that before and I don't have a set one in my head for this guy.

2d8 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7


1st lvl: 8
2nd lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 4
3rd lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 6
4th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 6
5th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 3
6th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 6
7th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 7
8th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 8
9th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 5
10th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 8
11th lvl: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Total = 64

Rolling HP. Still working on character. Sent you a message DM! Though I can just post here if you'd prefer. XD Didn't want to bog down your recruitment thread with a dozen questions (they will come, I assure you).

I will reroll those according to your house rules! Sorry, its rather late where I am so I forgot to check.

2nd lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
3rd lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
4th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
5th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
6th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
7th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
8th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
9th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
10th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
11th lvl: 1d5 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6


The Kelish lands have a good mix of things that exist and plenty of room to make whatever the hell you want up in them. The genie's blood tends to be much more common in the desert area too, so I'd probably lean toward that interest wise. That said, a came that takes them out of their element (heh) could be interesting.


To be honest I supported half your idea. XD The tomb robbers half could be interesting but it kinda limits the concepts that can come into play. You're probably thieves, unless your already adventures just adventuring for loot.


As I read through this I saw my ideas slowly being listed off. Undead, Tieflings, Genie blood.

By the way, the Genies don't -have- to be tomb raiders you know. A lot of the elemental kin like Ifrit's find themselves in nomadic cultures, so it could be that a group of them, despite or maybe because of their kinds tendency to be so against the norm, gathered together for safety, numbers and community. We could take on an interesting twist of wanting to see ythe world and experience cultures outside the secluded and nomdaic life style that was originally put in place to protect them. In fact, the more wild elements of each genie blooded race could be either exemplified or downsized due to the proximity of the other genie blooded races. Ifrits that are more calm because of their friendship with an Oread and so on. Or more excitable because their earth friend tends to be too calm and quiet.

If you hadn't noticed, I'd like to Rp an Ifrit traveling with other elemental blooded kin. XD


Uhm. Eheh. Whoops.

Str- 8
Dex- 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Con- 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Int- 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Wis- 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Cha- 18

This time rolling d10's instead of d1's... -coughs-

Edit: Hmm... I... hmm... yeah... uh... I'm out. Sorry for bugging your thread miss.


Lets see...

Str- 8
Dex-1d1 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Con-1d1 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Int-1d1 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Wis-1d1 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Cha- 18


Okay, I've got a couple questions myself! Do the characters need to be from any particular region? Is there a limit on how long a background can be? Is there a limit on what traits we pick? (Like with an adventure module we'd usually need a RotRL trait, but it sounds like this is going in a different direction, so would I be able to choose another trait from another campaign and reword it a little? Or even one that doesn't need rewording?)


Well, I did that. I just kinda forgot that Paizo doesn't allow personal avatars so the image stuck in my head is not one I can choose. XD I may choose something completely vague and impersonal and link the character sheet just for the image, cause I just think it -really- works.

Also, sending ya a PM with some more story goodies.


@DM Omen: He thought he found an error on my character sheet when it was just me counting my power attack into my damage mod.

Do you mind if the image I choose is not exact? Its the closest I've found so far on the paizo boards avatar choices thing. XD


I'm looking for an avatar that fits Gabriel... really hard to do when I already found a picture that's close to perfect. XD Might settle on something with a helmet so its hard to tell the difference.


I'll make an alias then. If there's nothing else I think I'm done for now then! Well, with making a character at least. I see a lot of competition that needs to... disappear...


Oh thank god. The one thing I always dread is the small copper items your character can't do without. XD And then adding them all to the CS.

Will a mythweavers sheet work or do you want me to set up a profile for Gabriel?


Gabriel

And here he is mechanically. Unless you want me to add things like a tent, canteen, sleeping roll and etc. XD If you do say so and I'll go nickel and dime him. Otherwise he should be ready.

And honestly, that's exactly how I picture him half the time. The other half he's focused on the point of obsession. Its... made for some very interesting times training him. Likely Geoffrey, even if he thinks of Gabriel fondly, will think the guy a bit hard to deal with sometimes simply because he can be one or the other.


I love em as extra options to be honest, and while I do think some are over powered, I also think they fit. The dwarven one should be bumped down a little, but they are a hardy race, so I never complained when I saw someone using it. XD

Last question and he should be done mechanically. You mention Standard wealth. You want us to roll for it then? Or are they being outfitted by the army and assumed to have a certain amount?


Yeah, I probably need to go back and add that a little. I'm trying to represent the conflict his nature has with his heritage. He -is- a being born from chaos, and its represented in his physical appearance with the mismatched tiefling features, but I also wanted to have it represented mechanically too. I mentioned it in his blurb, how he has trouble focusing at times, but... hmm... I'll think on it, see if there's either a better flaw or how to better write him to represent it.

Also, I was honestly expecting to get none of those features, so that totally works for me. Hmm...

What are your opinions on alternate racial features? I'm looking at trading away fiendish sorcery for prehensile tail. Its a fun little racial feature that might afford some use in the future. And I like him being able to actually use his tail. XD Plus, fiendish sorcery is utterly useless to me.


DM Omen wrote:
@Marko. I like her. You can finish updating, any further information will not influence my decision.

Haha! Should I be worried then?

Blurbs:

Spoiler:
Gabriel: Gabriel is 20 years old and is a 6'2 tiefling who weighs about 200 and something pounds. He has fair skin, golden blonde hair long enough to fall into a cascade of curls, and a series of odd and mismatched features that mark him for what he truly is. He has two rams horns. The one on the left is faced properly, curling forward with the tip pointing back. The one on the right is faced improperly, curling backward with the tip facing forward. His left ear is sharp, pointed, and longer then his right, which is rounded like a humans. And his eyes change colors every couple minutes, and are never both the same color.

Personality wise, Gabriel is an odd mix of serious and cheerful, determined and relaxed, and passionate and driven, yet unfocused. The man is a paladin and, by definition, upholds the virtues of law and order. But he was born of chaotic demon energies, and though they do not truly influence his mind, they have left him a rather difficult challenge. Focusing is hard for the young paladin in all but the most serious of circumstances. His mind often wanders and it has proven difficult for him to over come this for his more scholarly training. At the same time,as he had shown with the more physical and spiritual aspects of his training, he has the potential for focus bordering obsession.

Gabriel, growing up as he did, is a very open minded paladin who tries to take after his master. He believes he is too young to judge, but takes this a bit further then Geoffrey, and believes he needs to be careful when dealing with anyone. Those in need of help will obviously get it, but taking things at face value has cost him much in the past. He tries to be kind though, and truly believes in doing good, helping others and delivering justice simply because it is the right thing to do. That said, his upbringing has left him a bit... looser then some paladins, and he can sometimes be seen enjoying drinks or parties with the soldiers that accept him despite his heritage.

Arlene: Arlene is a 5'4 human at the age of 23 winters. She is, in one word, cheerful. But that word hardly does her justice. Her deep brown hair is cut short in an uneven manor, one that she somehow makes work with a pretty smile. Her green eyes shine brightly with cheer, but also intellect. Indeed, Arlene is far more cunning then she lets on. Being both an artist, a philosopher and a cleric for nearly 12 years means she can probably talk circles around anyone too. She is accepting of nearly everyone, and believe very few people truly deserve hate or redicule. She often goes out of her way to heal the sick and injured in the more dangerous parts of the city, relying on her status as a Cleric of Shelyn for free passage to even the harshest of gangs to heal the members injured. Few people touched by her remain unchanged.

Helen: Helen is a 20 year old tiefling. What she looks like is unknown, but she was relatively tall for her age at 15. She has red skin, a tail, horns, and smoldering orange eyes, looking every bit the tiefling she is. She is, more then most, proud of her heritage. Or was, at least. She was also a thief of some skill and sharp cunning. Where she is now is uncertain, but she is likely living life the way she wants too.

Elanore: Gabriels mother. She was barely 5'2 when she was alive. It is widly believed that those who knew them both that it was her that Gabriel got the golden tresses and fair skin from, despite his tiefling nature. She was a simple woman, seeing neither extremes of good or evil. All she truly cared for in life, after her husband abandoned her, was her son Gabriel. Everything she did, she did for him, and in the end her association with her son cost her her life. Her funeral was the only time Gabriel sang in front of an audience. It was a... haunting song of love and joy for the life she lived, and thankful of all she had done. Gabriel does not often speak of her anymore, but sometimes one might think when he was staring off into the distance he was thinking about her.

The Aasimar: What little there is to know about this platinum haired and bronze skinned man is rumor and conjecture. They say someone like him has been hunting down and killing tieflings for well over 200 years. They say he is a master swordsman. They say he is a paladin. They say he is a wizard. An assasin. A demon in disguise. But all agree that he is insane and very, very dangerous. And he has something against tieflings.

A few questions about mechanics now. First, I've been hinting at it in the background, but I'd like him to be a pit-born tiefling. Honestly, I can do without all the trappings that come with a tiefling (spell casting, resistance (though that one would be nice), and so on). Is it okay if I make him a pit-born? I'm all for letting you decide what other benefits he gets as a tiefling. -shrug-

Second, I plan on focusing mechanically on a melee fighter with some support abilities. In that regard, I want to take two archetypes. First the Divine Defender and the second is the oath of vengeance. Each aspect of his abilities will represent different beliefs he has. The need to protect will come from the divine defender, which will let him spend lay on hands to buff his and other allies defenses. The need to help will come from lay on hands itself. And then the need to bring justice will come from the oath. Do I have your approval for all of that?

Lastly, I want to take a flaw to represent the downsides to his more chaotic nature. Nothing that will change his alignment or his beliefs, but another, more harmful, physical representation of the chaos he was born of. The flaw is inattentive. Its a -4 to perception checks, and its supposed to represent just how hard it is for him to focus some times.

Approval or disapproval for any of that?


And here's a bit more about how Joshua and Gabriel became friends. Adding it to the background as well. Blurbs to follow. And then, with your approval, I'll work on Gabriel's crunch.

Spoiler:

It is, perhaps, Gabriels first time of fighting real danger. Given the issues he faced as a tiefling seeking the way of a paladin, he often avoided the sparring grounds the army would set up. He spent enough time their with Geoffrey to learn what he needed, but when he went alone he would often be insulted, derided or even attacked (though that only happened once). The other squires in particular, especially those to paladins rather then just knights, looked on him with disdain and disgust. But Joshua was the worst. He saw only evil in Gabriels form, and believed Geoffrey and the other paladins that accepted him to be deceived by Gabriels quick tongue. So, one night, he followed the tiefling during the evening, and waited until Gabriel tired himself out against the trunk of a tree from a small forest the army was skirting. Then he attacked, attempting to kill the one he thought was deceiving his comrades.

Or he tried too. Unknown to him, a group of wolves, afraid to hunt their usual pray because of the large army foraging in their woods, had been chased to the edge. Angry and hungry, they prowled through the underbrush, coming across Joshua in wait. They attacked just as Joshua sprang up and tried to attack Gabriel. And in this moment, the young tiefling showed his true colors. Instead of turning and running, or simply calling for help, the exhausted tiefling fought side by side with Joshua to defend against the wolves. They did not kill a one, but they managed to do enough harm to scare them away. Gabriel, however, was injured in the fight, taking an attack meant for Joshua. The human was left with a decision. He could lie, and leave the tiefling be, and no one would ever be the wiser. Or... he could help the young man that just saved his life.

Joshua revealed his true colors too that night. And after dragging the tiefling back to the army, and accepting punishment for what he tried to do, the two have been friends ever since. Though sometimes Joshua does show his more bias nature, Gabriel has been a good influence on the lad, and now Joshua tries his best to give everyone a chance. He does not always succeed, but he tries.


Added Helen to the backstory. Working on the rest of the edits I need now, and then I'll work on the character blurbs. Helen is... honestly I didn't do as good a job with her as I hoped to in adding her, but to do any more would be to decide to much. She supposed to be a brief acquaintance he had for a couple years, one that showed Gabriel what could have been in some ways for him. And she's supposed to be a potential thread for future story lines. If you think I'm better off not adding her feel free to say so and I'll remove her again.

Helen

Spoiler:
Arlene was not the only friend Gabriel had, but she was probably the most reliable. Another of note would be Helen. Helen was a tiefling, like Gabriel. But unlike Gabriel, she was a full red skinned, horned, devilish tiefling with glowing eyes. Unlike Gabriel, who grew up with at least a mother that loved him, Helen had nothing and no one. Save her gang that is. See, she was an orphan on the streets of Hielra. Crime was... hard to get away with unless you had influence. and the punishments for it were much harsher. Thieves lost hands for the first offence, and their heads for the second. So leading a small gang of orphan thieves required intellect. More over, there were other gangs to compete with, some with the backing of merchants trying to make more money, or older criminals with gangs of their own. So one had to be strong and merciless too.

Helen was both. In abundance. And instead of hating her appearance as Gabriel sometimes did, she reveled in it, using her devilish nature to scare away other gangs and cut out a territory for herself and those that followed. She was Gabriels age, 13, when they met. And she was preparing to move on up to the more adult gangs, stepping up from pick pocketing to drugs. They happened to... stumble across each other. In truth, Helen tried to pick pocket him, but Gabriels tail got in the way. The two tumbled into an alley way and, for the first time, met another tiefling. Oh, there were others about the city of course. But they chose to keep to themselves and any attempt for Helen or Gabriel to ask questions often earned the two a slap or a strike to the head.

So instead of turning her in, or instead of running from him, the two, amazed as they were simply talked. They spoke of their lives, and each envied the other. Gabriel envied her for her friends and allies and freedom, while she envied him for his home and his mother and his friend Arlene. Though he tried, time and again, Helen refused to give up her thieving ways, and refused to believe the church of Shelyn would really take her in. Experience had taught her that the only way to live life was to do it on your own terms. When they were 15, Helen vanished from the city, and Gabriel never saw her again.


Cool. And yeah, I expected a few corrections like that. XD I just went with what I felt with the smiting light. Gabriels is going to be a bit unique too.

The blurbs will give a bit more personality to the characters. I did what I could with that background, but I'm honestly not a perfect writer, so I take advantage of things like blurbs to make up for my failings.

And lastly, currently Gabriel views himself as Iomedae's paladin. While I don't think he'll ever stray from her, one of the central ideas of the character is that he grew up with different faiths affecting him. I plan to weave that into his personality and his mechanics, with influences of Abadar, Iomedae and Shelyn showing themselves in both how he acts and how his power manifests.


As a warning, there is actually more to come. I plan to go into his childhood and his training a bit more. There's even a whole other character I didn't get to hint at. All the characters I mentioned save Geoffrey will also be getting a blurb about them. Gabriel especially.

I just have to go shopping now and I'm in desperate need of some food. XD

Gabriel

Spoiler:
Gabriel. The boy that was given the name considered it ironic when he was younger. 'Strength of god' or 'god's strong one'. No one looking at the lad qould ever consider him truly blessed. The worst thing about it, the harshest thing that always rested on his mind, was the fact that he was so close to being a beautiful child. Though he never knew it, and may never know it, his ancestory was far less ruley then devils. He was born of a far more chaotic evil. His horns, two ram horns curled along the side of his head, turn in different directions. And his eyes change color almost every day, a physical embodiment of the chaos he was born of. Even his tail is an thing. Long and thin, only half of it has the typical arrow head ending that one expects of such a creature. The other half is layered with small spines instead, soft to the touch. And yet, even evil, even by mistake, can sometimes forge something beautiful, the way a dark time might bring out the best in a person, or a horrid event might inspire heroism rather then hate. The chaos inherent in his nature formed something beautiful, if a bit uneven. Despite the demonic features he bore, Gabriel had fair features, fair skin, long blonde hair, and his eyes, ever changing in color, always seemed to find the most beautiful form of a color and often looked like gems.

So close was he. So close to looking like a normal lad. And yet, in another city, in another country perhaps he could have lived that normal life. But not in Hielra. The city was controlled by several lesser nobles, those who knew for a fact that they had not enough power to contend with their grander rivals in the capitol and instead settled in this trade town for their schemeing and games. They ruled the city with an iron fist, and much that would be seen as depraved or horrid was allowed behind closed doors. Gabriel, for instance, was born a slave. His young mother, abandoned by her husband and his father and left destitute, had to self herself into service to pay off her debts. The birth of Gabriel eight months later, a month after the last she had seen of her husband, only added further to the cost of housing and feeding her, making her freedom all the more distant.

In this, as in many things, Gabriel was actually lucky. His mother, abandoned by her husband and left to pay off all of his debts, could have hated the child that made it all the harder to earn her freedom, and she could have hated the child simply for what he was. But she took one look at the stubbed forhead, one look at the swinging tail, and one look at those eyes that, in his earlier life, changed colors every few seconds and... and she smiled. Gabriel. It was not a name of what was, but a prayer of one could be one day. 'Let his true beauty shine through, let him find a god, a purpose, a life.' She kissed her forhead then, just between the two bumps that would one day curl backward and forward to become the mismatched ram horns. It earned a giggle from the child. 'Let him always have a reason to smile.'

Gabriel grew up knowing both love and hate. Though it was hard, he never had to steal for his food, never had to resort to violence to gt along. He had to work the day he was old enough to, at 6, and each year the work got harder and harder. But in his mind, and in truth, he was helping work his mothers debts away that much quicker. So he was not resentful of his servittude, but grateful that he could do something for his mother.

But not all was perfect. By the age of 9, Gabriel already had scars that would last him the rest of his life. Thugs, bullies, children and adults loved to pick on him. Whether they truly feared his contenance or whether they simply vented their frustrations on him Gabriel was often the but of many jokes and the victim of many attacks. Once, it may have very well been his death. Nine years of age, tough and quick of tongue, Gabriel was still pressed to his limits. Beaten to a bloody pulp, left to die in an alley way with the scattered remains of his and his mothers groceries, the young tiefling wept, the pain lancing through his body all that he could think of.

Despite having one longer, pointed ear he did not hear the footsteps that echoed through the alley way. He did not hear the curses from such a musical voice. He hardly felt the hand gently touch his shoulder. All he could think of was his pain. A broken arm, cracked ribs, a couple knife wounds. All he could think was of the pain they brought, and all he could do was cry. A brilliant light filled the alley way, accompanied with the soft sound of a singing voice praying. A woman's voice. Another joined it shortly there after, the light growing. A young girls voice sang along with the womans. Slowly, the pain receded and his body began to put itself back together. Bones shifted beneath him without ellicting pain, melding back together into their original positions. The knife wounds closed, the skin forming together again as if it had never been touched. Blood began to fill his body, somehow, though the blood he had lost still stained the ground.
In seconds, Gabriel felt strong. In minutes, he was fully healed and slowly pushing hismelf to a sitting positon. The rough cobblestone beneath his hands felt warm, damp with his pale red blood. But now it was this he failed to notice. For, standing before him, were two glowing angels. One, looking to be a full grown woman, wore billowing white robes with a golden circle emblazoned on her chest. In the center, a bird with a tail of many colors, each as fantastical and brilliant as the colors his eyes took on. The woman, of dark skin and a large smile, continued the song, though instead of bseeaching her goddess now she thanked the deity. The other, a small girl, wore a much simpler robe, though the same bird rested on her clothings chest as well. She was grinning and no longer singing. A hand raised up and a finger pointed at Gabriel. The young man trembled, fearing the angel before him shining with such radiance. "Look at his eyes! I've never seen such eyes before!"

Gabriel would learn that neither the girl nor the woman were angels. The woman, Aries, was the mentor to the girl, Arlene. The latter was studying under the former to become a cleric of their goddess Shelyn. They had been walking home when they spotted Gabriel in the alley way bleeding to death. At this point, the young lad asked them why they would save one such as him. The two looked to each other and laughed. "Why wouldn't we? There is beauty in all life, young one, including yours. We would not condemn you for that beauty simply taking another form."

His mother was hysterical when she learned of what happened and tried to stir the guards into action. But not even Aries word to them could get them to act on behalf of a tiefling. So, to make up for the cruelty of the world, Aries offered Gabriel something else. "Shelter and sanctuary, should you and your mother ever need it. And a friend to show you around the temple." She gestures to Arlene, who laughed and, with a nod of permission from her mentor, quickly grabbed at Gabriels hands and began showing him around. The two would become fast friends, and over the years Gabriel would learn to love this girl as she became a young woman. The love of a friend or family, but perhaps of something more?

Arelene was an interesting girl, even when she was young. Gifted in many forms of art, she had been chosen as one with potential to be a cleric of Shelyn not for her magical prowess but for her artistic skill. She was bubbly, cheerful, and far more intelligent then one might expect of such a happy go lucky girl. Though much of her mind was often focused on spacial and aestethic things, she had more then once stumped her tutors with questions of philosphy. In Gabriel, she found a curiosity first, but soon found a friend beneath that. She accepted him for what he was with never a moments doubt or concern, and showed him all the kindness she would anyone. Together they often stole sweets from the temples larder. She taught him to sing, though he did so poorly for the most part. Though she was three years his senior, Arlene never looked down on Gabriel for his youth. And as they grew older, it became clear to all but them that there was definitely something more between them. What that was, however, they would never know. Their chance to find out would, unfortuantely, be shattered on the day of his 16th birthday.

Arlene was not the only friend Gabriel had, but she was probably the most reliable. Another of note would be Helen. Helen was a tiefling, like Gabriel. But unlike Gabriel, she was a full red skinned, horned, devilish tiefling with glowing eyes. Unlike Gabriel, who grew up with at least a mother that loved him, Helen had nothing and no one. Save her gang that is. See, she was an orphan on the streets of Hielra. Crime was... hard to get away with unless you had influence. and the punishments for it were much harsher. Thieves lost hands for the first offence, and their heads for the second. So leading a small gang of orphan thieves required intellect. More over, there were other gangs to compete with, some with the backing of merchants trying to make more money, or older criminals with gangs of their own. So one had to be strong and merciless too.

Helen was both. In abundance. And instead of hating her appearance as Gabriel sometimes did, she reveled in it, using her devilish nature to scare away other gangs and cut out a territory for herself and those that followed. She was Gabriels age, 13, when they met. And she was preparing to move on up to the more adult gangs, stepping up from pick pocketing to drugs. They happened to... stumble across each other. In truth, Helen tried to pick pocket him, but Gabriels tail got in the way. The two tumbled into an alley way and, for the first time, met another tiefling. Oh, there were others about the city of course. But they chose to keep to themselves and any attempt for Helen or Gabriel to ask questions often earned the two a slap or a strike to the head.

So instead of turning her in, or instead of running from him, the two, amazed as they were simply talked. They spoke of their lives, and each envied the other. Gabriel envied her for her friends and allies and freedom, while she envied him for his home and his mother and his friend Arlene. Though he tried, time and again, Helen refused to give up her thieving ways, and refused to believe the church of Shelyn would really take her in. Experience had taught her that the only way to live life was to do it on your own terms. When they were 15, Helen vanished from the city, and Gabriel never saw her again.

The army of Andril had come not a week earlier. With the help of some treacherous nobles seeking to stay in power, the army easily swept aside the defenders and took control of the city. Little blood was lost and Andril was now free to continue on their way. But little changed for the residents. Whether the nobles simple hid much of the horrible things they did and allowed, or whether the army didn't care, Gabriel did not know. What he did know was that in another year he and his mother would both be free. No longer would they have to accept slave wages. And she had been saving too, slowly earning enough to buy their own home! Gabriel was estatic, and using his own money had purchased, what was to him at least, a large meal and enjoyed it with both his mother and his friend Arlene at the temple. The temple and her people took any excuse to celebrate, and taking what little he had offered them, they made it into a large party in his honor. Many of the clerics and priests of Shelyn looked on Gabriel not as a monster but as another lad. Some of their artists, Arlene included, took inspiration from him to compose songs or paint portraits of exceptional quality. Though the city as a whole still hated him. Gabriel had found a place that accepted him for who he was.
His mother and he, slightly drunk on both the fun and the ale that had been passed around, set off for home in the middle of the night. Their steps were swaying and their stomachs threatening to let loose their fine dinner, yet each wore a brilliant smile. What a night it had been! The only reason they had left the party, still going on, was because they did not wish to cause trouble with their owner. A year yet and they would be free. A year yet, if they weren't late a day and did not break a thing. Only a year.

And then a shadow fell upon them, cast by one of the street lamps behind them. A figure of platinum hair and waring beautiful silver armor stood behind them, smiling. As if to contrast Gabriels fair skin, the mans own was deep bronze, no less brilliant for it. Gabriels pointed ear twitched and strained, yet he heard no footsteps upon the hard stone road as the armored man stepped forward. Gabriel had never seen an Aasimar before. He had heard the stories of course, and perhaps even prayed once to wake up as one of them instead, but he had never seen or met one. It is unfortunate then that this was his first meeting with such a well spoken of creature. On any other day, a man of any other race armed like that, Gabriel would have taken his mothers run them back to the church. He had a large greatsword on his hip and his hand was resting on it. But the week had gotten him used to seeing armed and armored men, and the tails of an Aasimars kind nature stayed his suspicion. He should have known. He, a tiefling not anything like the stories, should have known never to trust rumor and fairy tale.

It.... it cost him his mothers life. In a blurr, the Aasimar charged, his feet carrying him far too fast along the cobble stone for one as heavily armored as he. With a hiss, his sword was freed from his scabard, and along the blade a brilliant white fire erupted. The mans smile was twisted now, crazed. Before his eyes, Gabriel saw his mothers head taken from her shoulders. The man laughed as he did it and turned his attention to Gabriel. "Tsk tsk. Stupid woman should have drowned you when you were born. Is what she gets for letting something like you come into this world."

Gabriel trembled and fell to his knees. He had seen violence before, suffered at the hands of cruel men and women all his life, but never... never this... never his mother. A hand reached out to one of hers, splayed out limply across the ground. He ignored the blood pooling around her, ignored the sightless eyes of the head that had rolled away. It was a dream. He had passed out at the party, had too much ale. He was dreaming. And sure enough, when he grasped her hand, he could feel warmth. For a moment, for a brief moment, hope flickered in his heart. But it snapped away. The mans sword descended again, removing the arm from the shoulder. Gabriel blinked. Then he screamed.

As always, Gabriel was a lucky one. Perhaps he wished that luck had been with his mother instead, but as always, it was his. Someone heard the scream, the raw pain and horror in the sound, and quickly made his way to the scene. Standing over a now bleeding, burnt and horribly injured Gabriel, the crazed Aasimar, lit as much by his sword burning with white flames as he was by the dim street lamps, razed the blade up high to end it. "SMITE..."

The Aasimar turned and just in time. He stepped back quickly, avoiding the blade the very nearly took his life. "EVIL!" Geoffrey charged onto the scene, his sword nicked the mans cheek, drawing pale red blood that matched Gabriels blood almost perfectly. The blade, a longsword of much simpler quality then the Aasimars, shone with a golden light. It did not burn, as some swords did in a paladins hands. It did not radiate with brilliance unmatched as others did. No, it shone with a simple, solid gold light, unwavering. Even as he turned, Geoffrey was slowly gaining that same golden light around him. He leveled his sword at the Aasimar and prepared for battle.

The sound of armor clinking against stone rang out across the night. The Aasimar turned left, then right, and saw that the soldiers of the conquering army, a dozen all told, were swarming down the street trying to catch up to their Colonel. He grimaced and eyed the tiefling, then the paladin, as if trying to judge whether he could take them both before the soldiers arrived. And then he vanished. The guards cried out and Geoffrey immediately organized them into a search party, but he knew it was too late. Whatever he was, the criminal had escaped. The paladin glances down to the womans body and grimaces. That grimace turns darker when he sees the tiefling, bloodied and surely dying, trying to reach out to the womans hand. He had seen the like before, had suffered the loss of his parents himself. He watched for only a moment as Gabriel wept, and then he knelt down and poured what healing he could into the lad, saving his life.

He recalls waking up in a very soft bed. It was too soft to be his own, the sheets to clean and the room to large and bright. No, he was not in the manor of the noble he belonged to. He was in the temple of Shelyn. There was pain when he sat up, incredible pain, but he forced himself to do so anyway. His chest was wrapped in cloth bandages smelling faintly of herbs. Likely he was to be healed again shortly, but to clean the wounds these had been left around him over night. He knew that only because time and again Arlene and told him that, every time he got himself injured. His mother would always lecture him about avoiding fights, at least the ones he could avoid, and Elanore and always made him thank the clerics in the temple for tending to his injuries.

It took Gabriel several moments to realize why his hands were wet and his cheeks were warm. Before he had more then a few moments to cry alone, Arlene was there, carefully hugging the injured tiefling. She said little, after all what could be said after what had happened, but when she was certain he was calmed down enough she healed the rest of his injuries and removed the bandages. But the pain he felt, the incredible pain that made keeping his eyes open every moment agonizing, did not recede. The injuries had, for the most part, been healed or numbed by magic and medicine. The pain was the hole in his heart threatening to consume him.

The funeral was a day later. Gabriel's mother had saved a great deal over the years, but the tiefling refused to touch it for his own gain. He spent it on a grave marked, a relatively fine one, and a nice place in the cities local cemetery. Her body was not buried there of course, it had been damaged beyond recognition by the Aasimars tieflings. But her ashes were. That was enough for Gabriel.

He sang that night. He had been learning, with Arlene's help, for years. In truth, he had quite the singing voice and a head for songs most did not, but always before his fear of being judged kept him from doing so in public. That night, Gabriel didn't care who migt mock in. In front of the dozen or so of Shelyns followers that knew him and his mother, he stepped forward and sang the first song that came to mind.

'Do not mourn, do not cry.
They are heroes, of their time.
Do not mourn, do not weep.
Just turn around, and see.
Gaze upon, the paths they've paved.
Walk among, the flowers they've laid.
Do not mourn, do not cry.
Thank them...'

"Thank... thank you mom. For your sacrifice. For all you've done. I..." Tears streamed down the young mans face, but he did not shake this time, and when he spoke he refused to let his voice waver. "I love you mother."

He was one of the last to leave the funeral, mostly because he did not for the entire night. He sat there before the gravestone with Arlene, who had fallen asleep beside him, and simply recalled all the good times he had spent with his mother. The emptiness continued to hurt, and he did not think the pain would ever lessen, but beside it something else began to grow. Were Arlene awake, she might have seen the fire in his eyes, the determination that overcame his expression, and the anger and hate that screwed his features into a scowl.

Gabriel has always been a lucky one. A loving mother, a wonderful friend or two, a place he could truly relax in most of the time. Despite all that had gone wrong in his life, he could have honestly said that he was happy. Until she was taken from him. Gabriel let the image of the Aasimar and his grinning, sick features fill his mind, burn into his memories. "I'll find him. I'll find him and kill him, no matter the-"

A gauntleted hand rested on his shoulder, the cold steel biting through the simple cloth shirt he wore. Despite the metal, the grasp was somehow gentle and supportive. Gabriel stopped before the last of that horrid oath could be muttered and looked up. His eyes met that of his saviors, Colonel Geoffrey. "That was a beautiful song you sang for her lad."

Not a word was ever spoken of what he had almost over heard, of the dark vow he interrupted. Instead, Geoffrey spent the evening and early morning asking about Elanore and her life. With gentle prompting, he brought back all those good memories of her that Gabriel had spent the night thinking over, only shining a new light on them. By the end, Gabriel, tears in his eyes, was smiling just a little as he recounted the time his mother chased him from the temple of Shelyn for nabbing a couple cookies with his tail while no one was looking. The clerics and priests had laughed, not really caring, but Elanore had always been careful to be respectful to the people that watched after her son and gave him a home away from home. Geoffrey was laughing along with him, the sound deep despite the mans own youth.

In the end, the man had given Gabriel what even Arlene, pretending to rest not a foot away, could not. An unbiased ear to listen, someone who understood the sorrow he was going throw but did not share in it and did not pity Gabriel for it. In the end, he had stopped Gabriel from making an oath that would have destroyed the lad. And he took it one step further. "I... know what you're going through lad. And I can tell you that there's ways to go on. You've got a friend here beside you who will always be there for you. You've got a place at the temple. Likely, with a voice like yours, you might even be able to become a cleric or a priest for them one day. Whatever path you choose, just make sure... make sure its for the right reasons. Make sure its a path your mother would be proud of."

Gabriel turned away from the man and toward the grave marker. It said simply 'Loving Woman, may the good gods watch over her.' He read those words again and again, and then asked a question he was pretty sure he knew the answer to already. "What path did you choose?" He wasn't sure why he asked those words in particular. Little about Geoffrey suggested a similar choice had ever been before him and Gabriel wasn't keen enough with people to pick up on the small hints. But they felt right to say, and Gabriel often went with his gut when it came to things like that.

Geoffrey hesitated for a moment. He knew what the lads next question would be if he was forward with his answer. But he couldn't deny the lad the choice, and he knew, he just knew, that if the lad asked it he would take up the responsibility of guiding him down that path. "I chose the path that would see me protecting people from the same fate I suffered."

Gabriel stood, gently laying Arlene down on the grass, and turned to look at the Colonel. He asked the question Geoffrey knew he would.

The day the army of Andril left, Gabriel went with it, squire to Geoffrey, and paladin in training to the goddess Iomedae. The Colonel knew why the lad had chosen as he did and refused to argue or try to change the mans mind. He was no longer a child, after all. And Iomedae, though a bit more direct then his preference as a judge of Abadar might have preffered, was a fine goddess to serve. Gabriel, showing maturity few his age did, payed respects to all the good gods. He had grown up sheltered by Shelyns followers, had been saved by a follower of Abadar, and knew in his heart that Iomedae was his goddess to serve. But he saw in all of them good, and to all of them he offered a prayer and respect.

The Colonel had, unfortunately, thrown around some weight to see the lad freed of his indentured servitude. While it was technically still legal under Hielran law, Geoffrey was certain foul play was involved in keeping a servant for 16 years, nonetheless a mother and her son. He was right, of course. To avoid needing to buy off yet more debts, the lesser noble that had owned Gabriel and his mother had been fudging the payments for years. In truth, Gabriel and his mother had only needed to serve four years. The lesser noble was handed over to a judge by Geoffrey with a recommendation for less leniancy then one might normally get. The man was sentanced to serve time equal to that of all of his servants wronged in such a way. 320 years. It was too bad, perhaps, that the man was human.

Gabriels life continued. His training was harsh and as his mentor suspected the tiefling excelled at both the physical and spiritual aspects of the training. There was some trouble, at first, with the other squires. Still some see him as an offense to the good gods. A tiefling as a paladin? They still laugh and scorn him. But the worst of them, Joshua, quickly learned when Gabriel saved his life from a pack of wolves that appearance was not all.

It is, perhaps, Gabriels first time of truly fighting. Given the issues he faced as a tiefling seeking the way of a paladin, he often avoided the sparring grounds the army would set up. He spent enough time their with Geoffrey to learn what he needed, but when he went alone he would often be insulted, derided or even attacked (though that only happened once). The other squires in particular, especially those to paladins rather then just knights, looked on him with disdain and disgust. But Joshua was the worst. He saw only evil in Gabriels form, and believed Geoffrey and the other paladins that accepted him to be deceived by Gabriels quick tongue. So, one night, he followed the tiefling during the evening, and waited until Gabriel tired himself out against the trunk of a tree from a small forest the army was skirting. Then he attacked, attempting to kill the one he thought was deceiving his comrades.

Or he tried too. Unknown to him, a group of wolves, afraid to hunt their usual pray because of the large army foraging in their woods, had been chased to the edge. Angry and hungry, they prowled through the underbrush, coming across Joshua in wait. They attacked just as Joshua sprang up and tried to attack Gabriel. And in this moment, the young tiefling showed his true colors. Instead of turning and running, or simply calling for help, the exhausted tiefling fought side by side with Joshua to defend against the wolves. They did not kill a one, but they managed to do enough harm to scare them away. Gabriel, however, was injured in the fight, taking an attack meant for Joshua. The human was left with a decision. He could lie, and leave the tiefling be, and no one would ever be the wiser. Or... he could help the young man that just saved his life.

Joshua revealed his true colors too that night. And after dragging the tiefling back to the army, and accepting punishment for what he tried to do, the two have been friends ever since. Though sometimes Joshua does show his more bias nature, Gabriel has been a good influence on the lad, and now Joshua tries his best to give everyone a chance. He does not always succeed, but he tries.

They are now brothers in arms and close friends, and though Joshua follows the ways of Abadar, the two are like real brothers now, four years later. Gabriel still writes weekly to Arlene, and thrice a year has gone back to visit her. But what they once had seemed... stalled. Their love for each other as friends was still there, and the visits rekindled often their feelings for more. But Gabriel was no longer willing to settle down and live such a normal life. And Arlene, one who had been chosen at a very young age and one who was quite intelligent, understood completely what it was like to be swept up into the service of a god or goddess.

Now Gabriel trains daily, learning to harness the power gifted to him by his service to Iomedae to protect those around him. The events of his 16th birthday were a spark that lit a flame of passion he would have never known he had. Perhaps he sometimes wishes he had never learned, but he is determined to make the most of his life now and do his mother proud.


A warning, then! XD I take silence as permission to go crazy. You have been warned. :P


DM Omen, whats the limit on a backgrounds size?


Holy crap. Guy passes out with a bit of a fever and wakes up to find a whole new page to the thread he was keeping an eye on. Geez, that's a lot of competition to quietly murder. DM omen, just to clarify, the Stonelord paladin is different enough that you'll allow him and Gabriel in right? (That's the tiefling I'm working on. I'll have a back story for you soon actually.)


That sounds perfect! And yes, I am absolutely going paladin. And to really turn heads, he does not worship the same deity Geoffrey does, despite being the mans squire. Though he absolutely respects Abadar and even pays homage to the deity, he worships Iomedae personally, believing his own set of morals favors a more active approach, a protector rather then a judge. While he sees the importance of both roles he believes his own to be the former.

Hmm... yes... I shall bring more to you tomorrow! I should have time to write up a full background once I finish getting groceries.


A quick note I failed to mention. Both characters are subject to slight revisions if I think of a way to make their stories flow a bit better. I'm already thinking of a couple for the tiefling now that I've turned my mind to it. As... another note I guess. XD The intention with the tiefling character was to cause certain issues with him. By and large tieflings might be looked at with less offended eyes, but certainly one saying he's looking for a crazy, murderous Aasimar is likely to get some weird looks, no? I have an idea for that Aasimar too, but if you want to make him up yourself instead I understand!


Okay, I have two character concepts and I might run with either one honestly.

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The first is a tiefling born into servitude alongside his poor mother. She was a... 'servant' in Xilres to a lesser noble, attempting to work off her debts and pay for the child she had. For the most part, he was a regular kid, with some usual features. But about 4 years ago when he was, oh 15 or so, this young man saw his mother murdered before him by a crazed Aasimar attempting to kill -him-. The Tiefling was about to be struck down when Geoffrey, with the forces currently occupying the town preparing to make their way further into the nation, came to the tiefling's rescue. The Aasimar looked at the Colonel as if he might be able to overcome him, but Geoffrey, not a fool, had already called for more guards to come to his aid. The Aasimar may or may not be able to handle the paladin alone, but a force of guards and soldiers was too much for him. So, with a crazed grin, the Aasimar ran, vowing to find him again one day. The young man was horribly distraught, and Geoffrey saw that he was at a crossroads in his life. One path lead to violence and death, probably in some vain hope of revenge. The other? Toward peace and justice. Geoffrey had the tiefling freed of his 'servitude' and took him in as a squire, hoping to direct the young man in the ways of his god and over all in the ways of what was good and just.

The second is...

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a human, a young man born to a farmers family who led a relatively simple life. Until he showed that he had a gift! He was intelligent. No, maybe more then that. Brilliant. Born to a farmers family the Academy should have been out of his reach. But, as he grew, he apprenticed himself to the farming villages healer, a well known herbalist. A recruitment officer for the Academy, not expecting to find anything in the village to be honest, spotted the youth sneaking a read from books far to complicated for someone his age. It wasn't until he started speaking to the child that he realized how brilliant the lad was. The youth was given a full scholarship and wheeled off to study!

For years he learned beneath the greatest minds in Andril, his magical prowess, alchemic prowess and engineering skills steadily growing with his knowledge. But then tragedy struck at home. Half of his village was taken by a plague, including the healer. Giving up his chance at earning his degree and the free ride he had been given, the youth returned home to do what he could. In the end, he lost his family. But he gained a new one. He fell in love and married. But always he had the thirst to learn and discover more. One opportunity was lost, but another showed itself in this war. With the full support of his wife (and the promise that he returned home once every three months to visit, as well as write every week), the youth joined the army to learn beneath the healers and alchemist and engineers as a page. He runs between, studying what he can when the army is at rest and learning what he can from the tasks he is given. He is determined now, to find better ways of healing, ways to improve a person so that magic is not even required.

Now of course each character has more to them and a broader supporting cast. Why settle for just one after all? The tiefling has a friend and perhaps more, a cleric from a church of Shelyn in Xilres. She has always seen a beauty in his odd, chaotic features. A fellow squire of another paladin in the army, a human who originally thought the tiefling evil, but has since reconciled with the character and become best friends. He still wears the manacles he once wore as a servant, a reminder that such cruel bonds cannot hold him.

The human a bit less so. A friend from the academy now fighting in the army, I think. As well as his wife of course. His journey is more focused on his path of knowledge and of balancing it with someone important in his life.

I'm honestly leaning toward the tiefling at the moment, but that might change depending on anything you might say. Opinions? Comments? Concerns? Suggestions? I'll likely have more questions for you, or perhaps I might end up making up the town he is from, but for the moment I'd just like to hear your thoughts on the two characters.


Oh! One more question! Do any of the nations you have listed have slavery? If so, which and why? And how do the other nations view it?


Hmm... how are Aasimars and tielfings viewed in your game? Is it the typical, with the former being blessed and the latter being cursed?

What kind of man is Colonel Geoffrey as far as we know? What would a squire of him know? How much crime is there in Andril?

To clarify, if I made a character with engineering, are we talking things only in the pathfinder book, or will you be allowing things the game never thought for? There are plenty of things I can imagine that are not in the pathfinder books that would be conceivable, nay, even easy with magic and tech available together and the right mind to see it.

Are there any academies in Andril for the sciences? For magic?

Another clarification, this one of my own. I realize that the whole point of a supporting character is to add to the story, but I've seen some DM's just use em for a shock value body count. I, personally, think that if I'm making a wife or a best friend for my character that yes, the Dm has the choice to kill one of em off or really torture them, but he should make it as effective as possible. I don't mind em being captured or held hostage now and again, perhaps even targeted by an enemy, but I've seen support characters I've made wasted for shock value, a brief moment of anger, and then had characters completely lifeless after instead of given new goals or reasons to continue moving.

So, if I make them, will you treat those characters with the same respect that I do? I'm not asking you to promise not to kill em off or do your worst, I just want it to truly mean something to my character and offer an opportunity or a new goal or something. And, if I had a particular direction for something evil to happen to them, would you be willing to work with me on that?

Mechanically I don't mind a lot of the games written fluff, but if I worked it out with you, would we be able to re-fluff a class to better fit a character concept?


Okay, lets see... bunch of questions...

It looks like your using the pathfinder gods, is that correct?

Is Colonel Geoffrey currently old or high ranking enough to have a squire or apprentice? (Another, younger paladin in training perhaps?)

How big is religion in this game? How big is it in Andril?

Why are inquisitors not allowed when they're kind of the spies of a church? Kinda seems to go along with the theme honestly. Don't get me wrong, personally I think they're a horribly underpowered and poorly thought out class. But the -idea- of them is actually pretty interesting.

You say simple guns are available, correct? I'm guessing that means early firearms.

One character I might want to play would be an inventor of sorts, trying to improve upon or even create early firearms. Not sure quit either engineering wise or alchemic. I love characters that are literally exploring things in their own fields that they aren't quite certain of. Particularly with campaigns that have progressive technology I love playing a character that's part of this brand new field. -nods-

How do you feel about supporting NPC's? Like a character with a wife back home he's sending money too? Or someone a character is trying to hunt down for reasons of revenge, justice or to save them?


You definitely have a certain flare to your writing. One that seems to be attracting players like flies. XD

I'll be editing my background tomorrow and posting the finished version of it. Aside from what you said earlier, do you have any other suggestions?


I will work it out in a stat block form for my character soon. Need to sleep.-


Gotcha, gotcha and gotcha. Hmm... no arguments on me from those points. Will change the background to reflect your answers.

New knowledge (even if OOC) might have me change the character to a CG man trying to live the ideal he and his wife had originally tried to live in the dukedom. Going to have to think on that... Might be interesting to play a character whose goal is ultimately doomed but... -shrug- will think on it.

Any other comments or suggestions on the character then? Would like to get your opinion on the idea. Anything will be helpful. -nods-


Hi there! Definitely interested in your game and even have a basic idea for a character... lets see if the dice will agree with me. They usually don't. XD

4d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 5, 6) = 14- 1 = 13
4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 5, 2) = 12- 2 = 10
4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 4) = 15- 3 = 12
4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 6, 6) = 22- 5 = 17
4d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 6, 6) = 19 - 1 = 18
4d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 4) = 12 - 2 = 10
4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 5, 2) = 18 - 2 = 16

Okay, so 13, 12, 17, 18, 10 and 16. Wow, the dice have never been that nice before. I wonder what I did wrong. XD

Lets see...

Yes, I can make this work. Alright DM, what do you think of this concept.

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An herbalist and apothecary in the The Dukedom of Gibraltar, the Mad. A young man in his early twenties who just started a family and, along with his wife, refused to give into the depression that many would be affected by. Instead they did all they could to help those they could, either with medicines or just food. They even had a child on the way, and somehow made a living in this terrifying world. Unfortunately something the young man did drew the attention of one of the nobles who, outraged, had his wife simply tossed into the mist.

The young man tried to retaliate but couldn't and after some time in prison for being a public nuisance he was released back to his shop. Despite having been helpful to many in the neighbor hood, when he returned he found his shop had been looted. Something about the loss of his family, however, had unhinged him and instead of being further depressed by the looting he began laughing.

Well, that's not creepy at all. And neither is the fact that rather quickly he turned his intellect and skills toward experiments he'd let no one see. Some caused explosions, but they were usually mild in nature. Also, as these experiments were going on, the local pets around his shop started disappearing.

Still perfectly normal, of course. But that would change. One day, in a fit of laughter, the young man exited his workshop with a bandolier filled with vials. As he moved he drank one after another, completely unaware of the stares he was getting as he moved through the dukedom. Eventually he came across the home of the noble who had tossed his wife into the mist. Well, that's where things started to get interesting. You see, up until now, most of his drinks had made him glow briefly but otherwise changed nothing about his appearance. The last one, however, caused a rather violent change in him. His muscles hardened, his skin turned leathery and scaly all at once, and he grew long claws and fangs. The guards were so surprised that they didn't know what happened until he had torn out their throats. Most of the people within the manor fled from him, and he let them do so. However, the noble he hunted down zealously, chasing the fat man through the halls and laughing all the way.

The results of his hunt were quite predictable. He caught the noble eventually and the results were quite messy. Afterwards he turned up at the local guardhouse and turned himself in, no longer laughing or smiling. In fact, he seemed quite dead to the world, uncaring about what happened to him now that he had gotten revenge. He was, of course, publicly executed for his crimes.

Sounds rather depressing, right? Well, it is. But that's not where his story ends. You see, a mage, or a wizard, or a sorcerer or some other mad kind of spellcaster decided to pluck his soul and bring it back into the world. Death seems to have... calmed him down a bit. He's certainly not a murderous man by any means. But he's still a bit off... and he's got an unusual fascination with both healing and the ways he can learn to manipulate the body with his science and magic. And now, well now he knows death isn't the be all end all. And he intends to perfect his craft, to the point where one day he'll be able to find his wife's body and bring her back. He knows by then he won't be the man she married, but he doesn't care. And along the way... well, he's quite interested to learn more about what he can do.

And... wow, thats the most depressing fricking character background I've ever written. That said, it'll work. He's going to be a Neutral character. Certainly not malicious or evil, though sometimes, such as with the noble, he can be pushed in that direction. He'll be quite the 'scientist' and while not mad he'll certainly be a little off quilter. Mid battle he might, say, stop for a moment to inspect an unusual opponent or study a flower he noticed with peculiar properties (though I'll be careful not to do something like this when it might get someone else in the party killed or ruin a quest.)

Question or two now...

How common is Alchemy in general?

How common is it in the Dukedom?

Is there anything you might suggest I change about the background?

Do you absolutely want a stat block or would a character sheet on Myth-weavers work for you?

If no other alchemist appear to apply, would it be too much to ask that, while perhaps not the first alchemist, this character might be one of the first to experiment with mutagen? (If so that's fine, I just like the idea of his experiments maybe 'going to far' or 'exploring forbidden area's of study' or something, rather then just doing something any alchemist could do. Though... it might be interesting if some other people found his notes and some of his mutagenic process got around... though that would be even more to ask. XD)


4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 1, 6) = 13


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And you know what? I know some people who really only like to play games like Modern Warfare. Which is fine. It's annoying that the industry thinks that's the only kind of game that will work sometimes, but then you get games like spec ops the line. That is a game that none of my friends had fun playing, yet all of them would not shut up about it. (For those who don't understand... it's not a fun game. It's engaging, it's story driven, it's got symbolism and some really crazy story, but it is not fun. Go. Play it.) Thats the beauty of gaming, that developers and publishers alike will eventually see (as they have done with every other medium). There's a type of game out there that everyone might come to like. Or there will be at least, one day.

Anyway, back to the original discussion. So far, Disney has done alright by me. They gave me the Avengers. I honestly trust them to do something good with the Star Wars franchise. And they've earned that trust. If they break it, they won't see a dime from me after the first game.


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Okay, first...

Disney getting Marvel lead to the Avengers.

I know three people who, after playing Guitar hero for a couple weeks, were inspired to learn how to play a real guitar. If any game can inspire someone to improve their life and take up music are you, as a music fan, really doing your medium any good by insulting it?

So far, EA is a bad company, but I do enjoy some of the games they make. There is hope.

Video games have the potential to be art (lookin at you spooks), but just because some games can fall into that category doesn't mean all will. Just like some film can be artistic, and then there's Transformers. So maybe we'll get some schlock. Or maybe we'll get lucky and get some schlock mercenary.

In the end, if you don't like the company, don't buy from them. I haven't bought anything Lucas Art in ages. I'm also being careful about even companies like Bioware, thanks to some of the choices they've made over the past couple years. I'll be content with things like Bethesda until a game changes my opinion.

Lastly, to the pricks who think of 'gamers' as a separate group of people, let me tell you something. Your grandmother, aunt, uncle, cousin and/or friends play a game of one kind or another. Games are a medium, like movies, that can and eventually will be enjoyed by the majority, if they aren't already thanks to games on iphones. The term gamer no longer applies and using it to insult a specific group of people is about as ignorant as you can get on the subject. So the next time you decide to call gamers 'entitled whiners' remember that you're calling your grandmother that. And Mr. T has a saying about insulting peoples Mamma's.


Oh, don't get me wrong, I do too. I just made a bad joke.


I'm a little limited for images to be honest. Any attempt at young alchemist in search engines gets me Edward.

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