About Teufel Sigmundsson
Male Aasimar Ranger 1
NE Outsider (native)
Init +4; Senses Perception +9, Darkvision 60ft
AC 14, Touch 14, Flat-Footed 10
HP 9 (1d10-1)
Fort +1, Ref +6, Will +4
Resistance to acid, cold, and electricity 5
Speed 30 ft.
Favored Enemy: Human +2
Str 15, Dex 18, Con 8, Int 15, Wis 17, Cha 16
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 17
Feats Quick Draw
Traits Crime(High Treason), Vagabond Child (Disable Device), Innocent (+5 Trait on Believable or Unlikely bluff attempts)
Skills Bluff +4, Diplomacy +6, Disable Device +9, Disguise +4, Intimidate +7, Knowledge:Local +3, Perception +9, Perform (Sing) +4, Sense Motive +4, Stealth +8, Survival +7
Languages Common, Celestial, Draconic, Sylvan
SQ Skilled, Track +1, Wild Empathy +4
Crime (High Treason)
You have willfully worked to bring down the current Monarch of Talingarde -- the beloved King Markadian V called the Brave of House Darius. To be successfully tried for High Treason you have done more than merely dislike the king, you did something tangible to undermine his rule. Alas, that you failed at your plot and are now headed to Branderscar Prison. Treason is the only crime that is still punished by the gruesome ritual of being drawn and quartered. Your stay at Branderscar will be brief.
Punishment:Death by drawing and quartering
Benefit:You receive a +1 trait bonus to Will saves.
Taller than average, about 6'3", around 200 lbs. Fit, but not muscular, better looking than average. Great smile, perfect teeth. Eyes are an almost luminous green. Tries to wear better looking clothes on account of his upbringing but not afraid to get dirty. Features are angled, but not sharp or harsh. Build is graceful, like that of a dancer.
To say he is utterly mad is stretching the truth, but to say he is undeniably evil would be an understatement. He never outright lies but he rarely speaks the whole truth. He's clever and charismatic. Not afraid to get his hands dirty but preferring to get something done with finesse rather than brute force. He likes to be adored and loves to be feared. Something in him is wrong, and he knows and embraces it. He makes plans but rarely finishes them, noticing targets of opportunity and going for them like a rabid dog. He's vicious, he would rather lacerate his opponents liver than kill him quickly. He lives to test himself and wants to be remembered more than anything, he fears being caught but fears being forgotten more. He always smiles, that beautiful, open smile of his, and that wonderful song-like laugh that accompanies it.
The inquisitor strode purposefully to the prisoner on the rack, his hands caressing a wicked blade.
"Anything to say for yourself traitor?" he growled
"Hmmm, well I do like blueberry pie and its been so LONG! Oh, hahaha, that was refreshing, the way you dug that blade in there. Are you trying to steal my heart? As I was saying, could we perhaps get some pie tonight? I do so love it." the monster said, giggling even as the inquisitor withdrew the blade from his thigh.
"You know what I want, we've been at this three nights now and I'm getting tired."
"You look it, perhaps a quick nap? This rack is rather comfortable, we could trade places perhaps?"
"You killed a member of the king's personal guard and tried to kill the king, WHY?" the inquisitor was inches from his prisoners face, flecks of spittle resting on the monsters cheek.
The monster looked at the man, a pained look on his face, "You really don't know? I'm hurt, come closer and I'll tell you." the inquisitor leaned in, "Because I could. Think of the chaos, how fun it would be to bring this nation to ruin, could even start one of my own."
"You're a fiend..." the inquisitor had seen much, but this was not an answer he expected this one. His hands trembled, and the man on the rack noticed.
"Want to know more, closer." he whispered, "The fire that took the village of Innswitch, me. The murders at the capital fourteen years ago, the killer they called the Jackrabbit, me. That slaving operation on the eastern sea that specialized in the sons and daughters of nobles, me. So many sins, so little time."
The inquisitor was vaguely aware of his fellow jailer coming up behind him, but he was enthralled by the monster, each new crime the beast talked lower forcing him to come closer.
"And then there is my most recent crime." he whispered so quietly, like a zephyr.
"What crime is that? We apprehended you immeadiately when you tried to kill the king." The inquisitor returned the whisper, his ear close to Teufel Sigismundsson, trying to hear this latest crime.
Teufel smiled, "Killing a church official, of course." and then it was too late. The second jailer rushed in and began raining blows on the aasimar trying to save his comrade but the inquisitor was already dead, his jugular torn out by Teufel's sudden bite. And even as they carted the slain inquisitor out and began the torture with renewed vigor the fiend laughed.
Plan to take levels of rogue and ranger, no less than 4 levels of Rogue and 6 of Ranger, likely composition at level 10.
Alignment Notes: While by personality alone you could qualify him as chaotic, he isn't. He's far too focused, and more than capable of giving his word and keeping it. He is very much like a daemon, possessed of Lawful organization and drive, and Chaotic creativity and adaptability.