Base Attack Bonus: 0
Armor Class: 10
+2 trait bonus on all saving throws against charm and compulsion effects.
1st: 2 + 1 domain
Spell DC: 10 + 4 + spell level (*+1 if Necromancy)
Score + Racial = Final
STR: 10 + 0 = 10
DEX: 08 + 2 = 10
CON: 16 - 2 = 14
INT: 12 + 0 = 12
WIS: 18 + 0 = 18
CHA: 14 + 2 = 16
ACP: -X | STR: +0 | DEX: +0 | INT: +1 | WIS: +4 | CHA: +3
Stat: *(class skill) skill : (ranks) Ability Mod (*ACP) (**notes) [dice code]
DEX: Acrobatics: 0 (X) +0 (*ACP)
Sedition (Crime): You receive a +1 trait bonus to Bluff checks and Bluff is always a class skill for you. Further if you ever take the Leadership feat, you gain a +1 trait bonus to your Leadership score.
Adopted (Social): You picked up a race trait from your adoptive parents and society, and may immediately select a race trait from your adoptive parents’ race. See Next
Deadeye (Race, from Adopted trait): You have only one working eye, but that eye is especially keen. You receive a +2 trait bonus on all Perception checks involving sight. (Source: Orcs of Golarion)
Power of Suggestion (Equipment): You may make a Bluff check to make observers believe that an object in your possession is actually a different object entirely. The DC for the check is 20 for items of a similar size, shape, and color (such as a glaive and a quarterstaff). Items of a different shape, size, or color raise the DC by 5 for each dissimilar aspect, or more if the dissimilarity is extreme. This deception lasts 1 minute; if the item is still in view, the observers may recognize their error unless you make another bluff check.
Birthmark (Faith): This birthmark can serve you as a divine focus for casting spells, and you gain a +2 trait bonus on all saving throws against charm and compulsion effects.
Cleric, Undead Lord
(Bonus) Command Undead: As a standard action, you can use one of your uses of channel negative energy to enslave undead within 30 feet. Undead receive a Will save to negate the effect. The DC for this Will save is equal to 10 + 1/2 your cleric level + your Charisma modifier. Undead that fail their saves fall under your control, obeying your commands to the best of their ability, as if under the effects of control undead. Intelligent undead receive a new saving throw each day to resist your command. You can control any number of undead, so long as their total Hit Dice do not exceed your cleric level. If you use channel energy in this way, it has no other effect (it does not heal or harm nearby creatures). If an undead creature is under the control of another creature, you must make an opposed Charisma check whenever your orders conflict.
(1st) Spell Focus (Necromancy): Add +1 to the Difficulty Class for all saving throws against spells from the school of magic you select.
(Non-combat) Additional Traits: You gain two character traits (Birthmark, Power of Suggestion) of your choice. These traits must be chosen from different lists, and cannot be chosen from lists from which you have already selected a character trait. You must meet any additional qualifications for the character traits you choose — this feat cannot enable you to select a Dwarf character trait if you are an Elf, for example.
Money: GP: 0 SP: 0 CP: 0
Encumbrance: 00 lbs (Light)
Light: 33 lbs
Medium: 66 lbs
Heavy: 100 lbs
Over head: 100 lbs
Over a century and a half ago, R'Chir's mother, a minor noble's daughter, became enamored with a local man who suffered an ill reputation for being a prominent member in a cult of death-worship. Brimming with naivete, she pursued the man, and they led a secret relationship for some time. The secret was broken when the girl's pregnancy became known to her handmaiden, and through the handmaiden known to the father. The father sent the daughter away to a far off village to suffer the birth of her illegitimate progeny, shortly thereafter the child would be adopted, or so the plan was.
Unfortunately for all involved, during childbirth, a warband of half-orcs raided the village and took the women for breeding stock and the men and children for labor. It was the life of the slave that R'Chir led for a few decades. One terrible winter, the half orc forces were forced to campaign tirelessly. Desparate to make up for diminished returns during the summer months, the half orcs strayed too close to larger settlements, drawing the attention of the local lords. Banners were raised and troops dispatched. Soon enough, the half orc tribe was brought low and the slaves released and cared for.
R'Chir spent some time studying under the Church of Mitra, paying back the kindness he had received from them. He was strongly encouraged to do so, for he wasn't quite human, and wasn't quite monstrous. Such a being on the precipice of normality could not be tolerated by the church, it was explained to him. In order for them to trust his existence, he would have to learn to pray to Mitra, and to prove his purity of heart through daily devotion. Having no place else to be and no compelling reason to resist, he assented. He had access to books, and teachers, and spent a good deal of time learning of the human race that he had barely known in the decades of his capture. It was a a decade or more later until he realized what the church was doing to its followers. Helping people not out of true kindness, but as precursor to expected payment. It made sense to him, but he felt as if he had traded one pair of irons for another. It was time for him to go.
R'Chir traveled for a time, embittered and jaded by his view of what precisely the church had done to him. They had taught him to pray, to cast spells, and to heal others, but in exchange they had tried to tear away from him half of his identity. This loss was one he had felt daily in the back of his mind, a small fractured bone threatening to pierce an artery... pierce the skin. He had learned to put on a pious face, pretending to extol the virtues of good against his more base nature. He was good at pretending, at acting, at lying. He had always channelled the power of pain, of loss, rather than that of healing and well-being. He could use it to heal, still, but not without careful preparations. This, too, had taken its toll on him. He didn't sleep well, most nights.
In what he first thought was a nightmare, but felt more like a pleasant dream, an agent of Zuo-Kuthon had come to him. He sought out the spark of unlife that dwelled within R'Chir, and offered to fan it into a roaring flame. All R'Chir had to do was offer allegiance. R'Chir knew that this was the true path, and that the past decade had been spent foolishly. He swore to the skull, prayed to it, and in return received the power to animate the dead. To return to life those who had not yet done all that was needed of them. He returned to the church, and rallied up the students that had fallen to the wayside. Not necessarily evil people in their own right, just those who weren't deemed worthy of further service to the church. In these people he had found new friends, and he taught to them of the gifts he had received from The Midnight Lord. He spread his word, meeting with his friends in the dark places in the dark hours. They were planning an assault on the church. The church found out in advance, yet let The Midnight Lord's minions carry out their attack. However, the simple parishioners they expected to be in the church were actually paladins and clerics in disguise.
His former brothers cut down his new brotherhood, and captured the rest. The trial was fast, and soon R'Chir found himself in the worst prison in the land, destined for the chopping block.
Personality and Appearance:
R'Chir is a tall, statuesque male with well-defined musculature. He isn't bodily large enough to be mistaken for someone puissant-at-arms, however he would look quite healthy if it weren't for his more-pale-than-usual skin drawn tightly over his cheekbones. He has brown hair of average length and a piercing blue-green eye. His other eye was put out with a burning stick by the half-orcs who enslaved him. He also has a prominent scar vaguely resembling a spiked chain on his left arm running from palm to neck. Even in the poor circumstances of his confinement, he looks well. He often flip-flops from being contemplative and quiet to being bold and outspoken.