Naberius, "Blast"'s page

Sword cane
Masterwork heavy crossbow
--20 bolts
2 daggers
Brass knife

Masterwork studded leather
Tattered Outfit

headband of intellect +2, UMD
Masterwork backpack
Formula book
Alchemist's Kit
3 acid flasks
2 wands of cure light wounds
Key to chest
Pickpocket's Outfit
10 gp

Medium chest
--Average lock (DC 25)
Shaving Kit
Abacus
Inkpens, 5
--Ink, 5 oz
--Paper, 50 sheets
Doctor's Mask
Smoked Goggles
Artisan's Outfit
Traveler's Outfit
Alchemist's Lab (+2 to Craft (alchemy) checks while at The Place)
886 gp

2 cure light wounds

1st Level (4+1 per day): Anticipate Peril, Bomber's Eye, Comprehend Languages, Crafter's Fortune, Cure Light Wounds, Detect Secret Doors, Disguise Self, Expeditious Retreat, Illusion of Calm, Jump, Longshot, Negate Aroma, Polypurpose Pancea, See Alignment, Shield, Targeted Bomb Admixture, Touch of the Sea, True Strike, Vocal Alteration, Youthful Appearance

The man before you has a canny grin. With strong, sharp features and creamy skin, he wears his clothing comfortably, the long coat, knee-high boots, and wide-brimmed hat denoting him as a man of some small wealth. His long hair, half red and half black, is swept back from his brow and behind his ears, only to be brought forward across his shoulders. His eyes, an almost disconcerting yellow, don't have quite the mirth of his smile, and they flick about anxiously. As you watch, he snaps his fingers, creating small sparks with each snap, and his long, lithe tail whips back and forth, occasionally reaching into one of his pockets for a moment.

Blast took his name to mock those who mocked him, and this name and its origin are a good starting place to determine his character. Blast was called so by his fellow students at an academy for those who showed promise in the magical arts, due to his fiery, emotionally charged and rash nature. Having been long mocked for who and what he was, Naberius took the name and threw it in his peers faces, and his dislike of authority, bullies, and others like them have remained strong since. He believes in freedom and opportunity for all, and vehemently fights for the freedom of himself and others.

There is a second side to Blast, however: he is extremely nervous, and can almost be diagnosed with a sort of anxiety disorder. This gives him several nervous ticks, as described in his appearance, and makes him somewhat distrusting of others at first. However, once someone has won his friendship, Blast is uncompromisingly loyal to them... if somewhat absent-minded in this loyalty. He doesn't always understand the pros and cons of others, and can quickly lose himself in his own ideas and work.

Blast is a second-generation descendant of Naberius the Demon Lord. Though not a particularly evil or corruptive demon, Blast's grandfather is cunning and vengeful, and he planned for his progeny to serve as emissaries to the mortal realm. Naberius has long been planning to make his move on Golarion, and has spent millennia corrupting the minds of those he finds promising-- generally by appearing as a teacher in the ways of magic, arts, science, and rhetoric. Blast's father was not Naberius' first mortal spawn, nor is it likely he will be the last.

However, Blast's father failed Naberius (at what task, no one is sure), and fearing his father's vengeance, fled to Cheliax. He had barely spent a month in the country before Naberius sent a nabasu demon to kill the half-fiend. Eight months later, a tiefling was born to a tavern wench, who died in childbirth. Though death seemed imminent for the infant, a local lord decided to raise the child as a servant.

However, on the child's twentieth birthday, Naberius manifested himself in the lord's hall, claiming and naming the boy Naberius II. Knowing Naberius II's magical aptitude through his divinations, he demanded the boy be sent to a school of magic. Outraged and terrified, the lord did so-- but also severed all ties between his family and the tiefling, leaving Naberius II at a magic school with no money (apart from paid tuition and board every year).

Alone, confused, and broke, Naberius soon became the mockery of the other students, and was ceaselessly taunted and abused, both verbally and physically. Becoming known as Blast, he realized that he wasn't meant to be a wizard, or even a sorcerer-- his calling was that of the alchemist. Taking to his lab and experiments for days or weeks at a time, Blast gained a reputation as an eccentric as well as a volatile student. Often causing mischief and having alchemical "accidents" that were as often as not fully intentional, Blast was expelled from the academy mere weeks before his graduation.

Not really caring, Blast took on some odd jobs to raise money, and sometimes stole what he needed. Taking out a hefty loan, he bought a small shop in a poor district of the city, opening as a freelance alchemist. However, racism prevailed against him, his shop was almost never frequented, and he quickly began to accrue a debt to the loaners.

Then, two weeks ago, Blast's grandfather paid a visit. Naberius demanded greater things of his progeny, and informed Blast that he would be keeping watch on the tiefling, expecting him to grow in power until one day he is useful to the demon lord; if it seems this day will never come, Naberius told Blast in no uncertain terms just how violent, painful, and awful the alchemist's fate will be.

Blast has been even more anxious and paranoid than usual since that encounter, and now he's been thrown in prison, which just makes matters worse.

tl;dr Suckage, leading to a nervous and paranoid personality, and his demon lord grandfather's on his case, but he's a good alchemist, if a tad maniacal.