DM Brainiac's War for the Crown: Table 1 (Inactive)

Game Master Brainiac

Liam’s father’s family dates back for centuries, as clergy of Aroden in the port town of Kozan. With the apparent death of Aroden, his great-grandfather turned to the worship of the Inheritor. Liam started down this path himself, but then learned more and more about Milani, Iomedae’s “sister” follower of Aroden who also became a deity. While not as prominent as Iomedae, Milani fought for the disadvantaged and downtrodden, and sought to overthrow tyrannical regimes. He felt a calling. His mother's fey-touched Elven side might have something to do with his Chaotic nature.
Liam spent years in Andoran, learning about more just systems of government and about organizing resistance to oppression. He picked up a few skills to move around unnoticed. Liam’s skills have drawn the attention of Lady Martella Lotheed. She has explained that Taldor needs those such as he to help govern, that he can do good working within the system. This appeal to his pride has drawn him into her service.

Liam is of average height and build for a half-elf, around 6’0” and 160 lbs. He has black hair and blue eyes, and dresses in well-made but not ostentatious clothing. Liam is trying to learn to be more discreet in conversation – sometimes when you know the other person is lying it is best to let them continue on for a while.
Although he can be a firebrand preacher for freedom and against oppression, Liam knows that he still has much to learn, so he tries to keep his pride in check. As with any revolutionary, the confidence that he knows best can be a weakness in him, and with his high Wisdom he is aware of this weakness. Trying to temper his fervor with humility remains a challenge. Too often, the public mistakes humility for lack of conviction. He is working on new speeches to address this concern.

Liam’s role is to support the party. He won’t get Channel Energy until Level 3, so his healing takes a hit, but he has cleric spells and bardic performance. He gets Good Hope as a 3rd-level cleric spell, which is a fantastic party buff. He also is passable at some skills that might be needed in this AP, and is excellent at Sense Motive.

Liam of Kozan
Half-Elf Cleric (Evangelist) 1
Deity: Milani (Defense)
CG Male Humanoid
Init +2; Perception +5 (+3 Wis, +2 racial)
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DEFENSE
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AC 16, touch 12, flatfooted 14 (Armor +4, Dex +2)
HP 9 (1d8+1)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs enchantments
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30ft.
Melee Morningstar +1 (1d8+1)
Ranged Javelin +2 (1d6+1)
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STATISTICS
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Str 12, Dex 14, Con 13, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 13
BAB +0; CMB +1; CMD 13
Feats Cosmopolitan (Bluff, Disguise), Skill Focus (Sense Motive)
Traits Sea-Souled, Young Reformer
Alternate Racial Traits Fey Thoughts (Stealth, Perception)
FCB +1 Skill Point
Skills (4 per level) Sense Motive +10, Bluff +5, Disguise +5, Stealth +6 (-2 ACP)
Background Skills Perform (Oratory) +5, Knowledge (Nobility) +5
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial, Varisian, Skald
Special +1 resistance bonus on saves, Deflection Aura (1 round, 20’, +2 deflection to AC and CMD, 1/day), Public Speaker, Sermonic Performance 5 rounds/day (Countersong, Fascinate, Inspire Courage), Spontaneous Casting (Command), Immune to Sleep, +2 vs enchantments, low-light vision
Spells Light, Stabilize, Guidance, Shield (D), Cure Light Wounds (x2)

Gear:
Start: 140 gp
Chain Shirt 100
Morningstar 8
Javelins (2) 2
Cold Iron Dagger 4
Cleric’s kit 16
Remaining: 10 gp
Clothing: Explorer’s Outfit

Quintius is the bastard son of a man from a minor Taldan house (House Morilla if that doesn't mess with the AP story) and a barwench. Born especially comely and athletic, the house even "allowed" his mother to serve the house while he was groomed as a friend (and one day servant) to the man's actual children. He saw how his mother and other commoners were treated while he was pampered, but she begged him not to cause a problem. She was still begging him when she died. She had never known that celestial blood ran through her veins, nor does Quintius to this day, thinking his gifts just good luck.

With her gone, Quintius was treated even more like part of the family. His charm and skill grew with each passing year.

So did his hatred. He practiced spying on his so-called family, stealing and smuggling minor household items. He studied the noble houses of Taldan in particular. They weren't all outright monsters, but plenty were. He kept mental notes on which houses and which nobles deserved retribution most.

As the AP begins, he wonders why he's been invited by Lady Martella Lotheed to this event. Famous house, hard to get good information on, but something about them smelled. Still, the invitation required looking into. Either they were aware of his activities and plans and wanted to help him or blackmail him OR they had no idea and this could be an opportunity to get to a place where his true plans can finally begin.

Quintius presents as a handsome--lovely, perhaps--human man of his own age. His hair is a light brown with deeper brown accents. Steely blue eyes express the emotions he wishes them to express. He can charm most folks with his easy-going, light-hearted manner, but this is all a ruse. Inside he is calculating and a keen observer of human nature. The nobles like his father will all pay one day, and the corruption of Taldor cleansed.

Quint can fight both melee and ranged, provide skill support and serve as a spy/courier/maybe-assassin-one-day. His current alignment is CN, and I hope to RP him to CG as the AP progresses, as he finally sees that not all of these rich jackasses are in fact jackasses, and that there is a actual step forward for Taldor possible

Raised in the rough and tumble of the slums of Oppara, the Narrows, Sara Burke struggled to provide for herself and her family; with her mother lame from an accident years before, and her father an incompetent drunk, this typically meant more than begging and thievery.

Opportunity for change didn't so much come knocking as it did dropping down dead. When her father died, she no longer needed to fund his self destructive addiction or withstand his abuses; she smiled all throughout his funerary process. And at the wake, when a beautiful man in a white suit introduced himself as an acquaintance of her late relative, she gladly sold him his body for fifty gold, burying an empty coffin.

Fifty gold pieces was more than enough to change things for Sara and her family. They were fed every night, warm, full meals with fresh ingredients and spiced rum. She bought her mother a new chair and paid for education for her younger siblings. Lastly, she put herself through ettiquette and grammar courses. She would make something good for this family, make a chance at the nobility and change things.

The man however had plans for Sara. He watched and waited, knowing the paltry sum that had changed their lives would not last. When they needed him, he returned, finding Sara at the same tavern her father once frequented. He remembered her comfort around death and made a proposition. Gold for bodies. The fresher the better, but dead was dead, and dead paid regardless.

When she asked for a name, he gave it freely. Hare.

She was indebted to him. Hare was a silent patron, bettering her family fortune and enabling them to rise out of poverty into something else. From outside, she was living the ideal Taldan dream: when things were darkest, she pulled herself up by her bootstraps and shone bright. That someone else's hands were on those bootstraps was not her concern.

The last item she brought Hare was the skeleton of a Halfling woman. Though far from the only way, their goods often exchanged hands by wheelbarrow; the exhumed body hidden in dirt and mulch. As she met to exchange with another ghoul (being the derogatory word for their profession), she reached into the dirt and provided a femur as proof, being witnessed by a guard. She was apprehended, but not before clobbering the guard with said femur.

The entire operation was upset, starting from the bottom. Hare fled, eventually being caught and executed for necromancy. Her family was evicted and forced onto the streets, unable to afford their apartment. Sara spent a several months in prison, no hope and no future.

As an additional punishment, the mark of Urgaotha was cut into her hand, branding her as a resurrectionist and necromancer.

Upon reentering society, there was no one to turn to. She took up a room in an inn, begging to afford room and board (and drink). When she received a letter of work from the Lady Lotheed, she wrote back immediately, cleaned herself up, and scrounged up enough money for better clothes and a haircut.

It is here we find her, with renewed hope for her future and a chance at the upper echelons of society.

A tall, pale, thin woman with dark hair and a strong jaw. A native Taldan, Sara is concerned about appearance and perception; she wears dresses, the nicer the better, girding them for combat when necessary, and lace gloves to cover the scar on her hand. She's particularly fond of stabbing her opponent's foot with her heels.

Sara is trusting, bold and opinionated, having seen the hypocrisy of her nation yet still buying in wholesale to its worship of nobility. She is not afraid of death or the dead, death has only treated her well in life, and she views unfortunate and uncomfortable passing as necessary.

Despite her apologetic attitude towards the nobility's ignorance of poverty and her desire for social climbing, Sara still hopes for change in the country's endless status quo, and hopes to be part of that change.

Battlefield control and DPS, with emphasis on some social skills, notably Bluff and Intimidation.

Sara fights with no weapons and light or no armor, preferring improvised weapons and her surroundings, taking the Cad and Thug archetypes, and utilizing sneak attack, intimidate and dirty tricks to control and influence her opponents. A multiclass into barbarian is likely.

To date the only thing she's ever swung as a weapon is that Halfling's left femur, and femurs will continue to hold a special place in her heart if she is able to find any. Her strength has been built by years of graverobbing, digging up hard packed earth and prying open stone mausoleums.

Her +2 goes into STR, INT or CHA depending on party needs (dps, skills or a secondary face) but before racial adjustments, her scores are
STR 16
DEX 11
CON 14
INT 13
WIS 7
CHA 14

Her low wisdom is flavored as a brashness and a fumbling attempt at reaching above her station or "playing as noble". She is astute and charming, but bad at thinking through consequences and reading social cues.

Sara Burke
Human Fighter (Cad) 1
Deity: Pharasma
NG Female Humanoid
Init +1; Perception -2
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DEFENSE
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AC 10, touch 10, flatfooted 10
HP 12 (1d10+2)
Fort +4, Ref 0, Will -2
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30ft.
Improvised Weapon One Hand (chair leg 1d6 B, small size femur 1d6 B or bottle 1d4 B/S/P)
Improvised Weapon Two Hand (chair 2d6 B, table leg 1d8 B, stool 2d6 B, M or L femur 1d8 or 2d6 B)
Improvised Weapon Thrown (any of the above, same damage, range of 10/30 ft)
All weapon damage subject to GM discretion.
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STATISTICS
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Str 18, Dex 11, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 7, Cha 14
BAB +1; CMB +5; CMD 16
Feats Enforcer, Bludgeoner, Combat Expertise
Traits Surprise Weapon (+2 to Improvised Weapons), Narrows Survivor (+1 Initiative, SM, SM is a class skill), leaning towards Rising Star, maybe Patriot or Reformer depending on fluff.
Drawback Foul Brand (-1 to Disable Device, Disguise, Sleight of Hand)
FCB +1 CMD
Skills (4 per level) Acrobatics +4, Bluff, +6, Intimidate +6, Sense Motive +3
Background Skills Handle Animal +6, Sleight of Hand +3,
Languages Common, Necril, Taldan

Gear:
Fighter Gold: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 6, 2, 1) = 17
Start: 170 gp
As not yet an adventurer, much of this gold goes into fitting a wardrobe and a makeover for the girl. She begins with 110 gp, an amount of that going daily or weekly to her room at the inn.

"A loose crop of dirty blonde hair sits over a fair face inset with coal dark eyes. Average height, a little slim in build. Warm hands. A warm smile too when he puts it on. And damn fast."

"Knowing the truth of his blood, as he does, I am surprised at his relative calm compared to his Ifrit kin. I say 'relative' since he still has a temper. Even if he wields it as a weapon, and not let it wield him. Nine times out of ten, he is pragmatic to a fault. And the other time? He is beating a villain over the head until he hears surrender or a thud."

Oster was a wild child, born into one of the worst slums in the empire. When his mother was in her cups, she sometimes boasted of the "adventurer blood" they possessed. His father would roll his eyes - away from her sight and rages. The young Oster constantly got into trouble, with family, with friends, and it went downhill outside of those. He got into fights, launching himself at opponents twice his size but with the elements of surprise and speed. And a fiery temperament.

Until one day, he launched flame from his hands, much to his surprise. And in front of an incognito agent of the Empire.

The man came around to the Catus home that evening. He made an offer to Oster and his parents. He would make sure the youth was trained to serve the Empire and would have a career and a life. His parents ended up accepting. Oster later found out that gold also changed hands, but that did not surprise him knowing them.

The next few years saw Oster be trained in infiltration and combat, etiquette and the ways of intrigue. His penchant for swift ambush was honed, his self-confidence shaped into an intimidating glare. His fiery temperament was reforged into a tool of higher powers. And he was fine with that. He was loyal to his finder's mistress - Lady Martella Lotheed - and those he worked with. Higher goals and ideals mattered little to him. The people he worked, laughed, and bled with - they mattered.

And when Lotheed said a vote needs to happen, that is good enough for him.

Oster is devoted to his boss and his colleagues and fights for them. He is solid at stealth and social skills, especially intimidation. He has a few neat tricks such as burning hands which might not be expected from him.

Oster Catus
Male Ifrit Unchained Rogue 1 (Scout, Thug)
True Neutral Humanoid (human) & Outsider (native)
Init +4; Senses Darkvision 60ft., Perception +X

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Defense
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AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 13 [10 + 4 Dex +3 Armour]
hp 8 (1 HD; 1d8+0 Con)
Fort +0, Ref +6, Will +0

Fire Resistance 5

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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.

Melee

Sap +4 1d6 x2 B Non-Lethal
Dagger +4 1d4 19-20/x2 P or S
Light Mace +4 1d6 x2 B

Ranged

Shortbow +4 1d6 x3 P 60 ft.

Special Attacks
Burning hands 1/day as a spell-like ability

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Statistics
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Str 8, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 18
Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 13

Feats
L1: Enforcer
You are skilled at causing fear in those you brutalize.

Prerequisite: Intimidate 1 rank.

Benefit: Whenever you deal nonlethal damage with a melee weapon, you can make an Intimidate check to demoralize your target as a free action. If you are successful, the target is shaken for a number of rounds equal to the damage dealt. If your attack was a critical hit, your target is frightened for 1 round with a successful Intimidate check, as well as being shaken for a number of rounds equal to the damage dealt.

Traits
Fiery Glare - Race, Ifrit
You are able to use your unearthly nature to frighten others.

Benefit(s): You can always take 10 on Intimidate checks, even in combat.

Memorable - Social
Growing up amid a large number of children, you learned quickly how to get others’ attention and keep it.

Benefit(s): When you modify a character’s attitude with the Diplomacy or Intimidate skill, the attitude change lasts 1-1/2 times longer than it otherwise would. Whenever you create a fear or mind-affecting effect that imposes a penalty or bonus with a duration of at least 2 rounds, it lasts 1 additional round after it would normally end.

For example, if you demoralize a foe with an Intimidate check and beat the DC by 5, the victim is shaken for 3 rounds instead of the usual 2 rounds.

Campaign Trait (to be decided)

Either Athletic Champion or Rising Star

Drawback

Righteous Indignation
You have difficulty controlling your temper after living in inhuman conditions in Cheliax, Geb, Irrisen, Katapesh, or Qadira. Whenever a foe provokes an attack of opportunity from you, you must take it unless you succeed at a Will save against a DC equal to 10 + your level. You take a -1 penalty on Will saving throws against spells with the emotionUM descriptor that do not also have the fear descriptor.

Languages
Common

Skills
The unchained rogue’s class skills are Acrobatics (Dex), Appraise (Int), Bluff (Cha), Climb (Str), Craft (Int), Diplomacy (Cha), Disable Device (Dex), Disguise (Cha), Escape Artist (Dex), Intimidate (Cha), Knowledge (dungeoneering) (Int), Knowledge (local) (Int), Linguistics (Int), Perception (Wis), Perform (Cha), Profession (Wis), Sense Motive (Wis), Sleight of Hand (Dex), Stealth (Dex), Swim (Str), and Use Magic Device (Cha).

Skill Ranks per Level: 8 + Int modifier.
Armour Check Penalty: 0

In concealment or full concealment due to darkness or dim light, gain a +2 racial bonus on Intimidate, Perception, and Stealth checks.

+Acrobatics +8 |+4 Dex +1 rank +3 class skill
+Appraise +0 |+0 Int
+Bluff +8 |+4 Cha +1 rank +3 class skill
+Climb -1 |-1 Str
+Craft +0 |+0 Int
+Diplomacy +8 |+4 Cha +1 rank +3 class skill
+Disable Device* +8 |+4 Dex +1 rank +3 class skill
+Disguise +4 |+4 Cha
+Escape Artist +4 |+4 Dex
Fly +4 |+4 Dex
Handle Animal* -- |+4 Cha untrained
Heal +0 |+0 Wis
+Intimidate +10 |+4 Cha +1 rank +3 class skill +2 mwk tool (can take 10 at any time)
Knowledge Arcana* -- |+0 Int
+Knowledge Dungeoneering* -- |+0 Int untrained
Knowledge Engineering* -- |+0 Int untrained
Knowledge Geography* -- |+0 Int untrained
Knowledge History* -- |+0 Int untrained
+Knowledge Local* +4 |+0 Int +1 rank +3 class skill
Knowledge Nobility* +1 |+0 Int +1 rank
Knowledge Nature* -- |+0 Int untrained
Knowledge Planes* -- |+0 Int untrained
Knowledge Religion* -- |+0 Int untrained
+Linguistics* -- |+0 Int untrained
+Perception +4 |+0 Wis +1 rank +3 class skill
+Perform +4 |+4 Cha
+Profession +0 |+0 Wis
Ride +4 |+4 Dex
+Sense Motive +4 |+0 Wis +1 rank +3 class skill
+Sleight of Hand* +8 |+4 Dex +1 rank +3 class skill
Spellcraft* -- |+0 Int untrained
+Stealth +8 |+4 Dex +1 rank +3 class skill
Survival +0 |+0 Wis
+Swim -1 |-1 Str
+Use Magic Device* -- |+4 Cha untrained

Special Qualities
Energy Resistance: Ifrits have fire resistance 5.

Spell-Like Ability (Sp): Ifrits can use burning hands 1/day as a spell-like ability (caster level equals the ifrit’s level; DC 11 + Charisma modifier).

Fire in the Blood Ifrits with this racial trait mimic the healing abilities of the mephits, gaining fast healing 2 for 1 round anytime they take fire damage (whether or not this fire damage gets through their fire resistance). The ifrits can heal up to 2 hit points per level per day with this ability, after which it ceases to function. This racial trait replaces fire affinity.

Mostly Human: A few ifrits have appearances much closer to those of their human ancestors; in fact, they may not even realize their true race. Such geniekin appear to be human, save perhaps minor features like unusual eye color, and they count as humanoid (human) as well as outsider (native) for all purposes (such as humanoid-affecting spells such as charm person or enlarge person). These geniekin do not automatically gain their associated elemental language (but may select it as a bonus language if their Intelligence is high enough). This ability alters the geniekin’s type, subtype, and languages.

Gear

Pickpocket's Outfit __

Sap 1g
Dagger 2g
Shortbow 30g
Arrows, common (20) 1g
Light Mace 5g

Studded Leather Armour 25g

Backpack 2g
Bedroll 0.1g
Belt Pouch 1g
5 Pieces of Chalk 0.05
Grappling Hook 1g
Grooming Kit 1g
Inside Pocket (outfit) 1g
Masterwork Tool Intimidate (necklace of obsidian stone skulls) 50g
Silk Rope 10g
Thieves' Tools 30g

Starting Gold: 200g
Total Starting Equipment Cost: 160.15g

Current Wealth: 39.85g

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Special Abilities
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Weapon and Armor Proficiency

Rogues are proficient with all simple weapons, plus the hand crossbow, rapier, sap, short sword, and shortbow. They are proficient with light armor, but not with shields.

Sneak Attack
If a rogue can catch an opponent when he is unable to defend himself effectively from her attack, she can strike a vital spot for extra damage.

The rogue’s attack deals extra damage anytime her target would be denied a Dexterity bonus to AC (whether the target actually has a Dexterity bonus or not), or when the rogue flanks her target. This extra damage is 1d6 at 1st level, and increases by 1d6 every 2 rogue levels thereafter. Ranged attacks can count as sneak attacks only if the target is within 30 feet. This additional damage is precision damage and is not multiplied on a critical hit.

With a weapon that deals nonlethal damage (such as a sap, unarmed strike, or whip), a rogue can make a sneak attack that deals nonlethal damage instead of lethal damage. She cannot use a weapon that deals lethal damage to deal nonlethal damage in a sneak attack—not even with the usual –4 penalty.

The rogue must be able to see the target well enough to pick out a vital spot and must be able to reach such a spot. A rogue cannot sneak attack while striking a creature with total concealment.

Finesse Training (Ex)

At 1st level, a rogue gains Weapon Finesse as a bonus feat. In addition, starting at 3rd level, she can select any one type of weapon that can be used with Weapon Finesse (such as rapiers or daggers). Once this choice is made, it cannot be changed. Whenever she makes a successful melee attack with the selected weapon, she adds her Dexterity modifier instead of her Strength modifier to the damage roll. If any effect would prevent the rogue from adding her Strength modifier to the damage roll, she does not add her Dexterity modifier. The rogue can select a second weapon at 11th level and a third at 19th level.

Frightening (Ex)

Whenever a thug successfully uses Intimidate to demoralize a creature, the duration of the shaken condition is increased by 1 round. In addition, if the target is shaken for 4 or more rounds, the thug can instead decide to make the target frightened for 1 round.

This ability replaces trapfinding.

Zhi was the unexpected offspring of a nobleman's daughter and a handsome-but-morally-ambiguous scoundrel, Mai Zhen. According to her father, her mother's family responded to the news that her mother was carrying the child by deciding to end the pregnancy. Zhen persuaded her mother to flee with him.

Once Zhi was born, however, her mother couldn't bear the drudgery of motherhood. Leaving only a dress to remember her by she abandoned her infant daughter and returned to her family. It was now just Zhi and her father.

Her father had different ideas on how to raise a little girl. Being a thief himself, he felt that the best way she could contribute to their little family was by slipping through small openings and spaces that others would never fit and opening doors for him. While other children were playing along the canals, Zhi was learning how to climb drain-spouts, slip through windows, and squeeze through roof vents.

Her sixth birthday was spent fleeing the authorities of Kasai on a ship bound for Oppara.

In the capital city of Taldor, Zhen and Zhi found marks aplenty. However, as expensive as it was to live in the city and her father's lack of wisdom as regards to money, they always seemed to be on the edge of destitution. Zhi tried to convince her father to move up to bigger targets, but he shied away from targeting the nobility.

Just a little over a year ago, Zhen vanished. After six months of searching failed to turn up his trail, Zhi resigned herself to life alone. Without her father nay-saying her, however, she began casing larger targets.

Zhi met Martella Lotheed at a society party she had crashed wearing her mother's dress and in the guise of 'Princess Zhi'. Martella saw through the facade and invited Zhi to come work for her.

Slender and standing at a scant 5', Zhi is the perfect size for getting into places she isn't supposed to be.

When she's working, her long black hair is pulled into a single braid. She's dressed in dark leather armor and carries a short staff on her back. Her movement is graceful but deliberate.

When she's casing a noble's soiree, she's usually adorned in her mother's emerald green silk dress. With a parasol over her shoulder (concealing her hanbo) and a decorated fan partially concealing her bashful smile, she plays the part of a shy Minkian princess.

Conveying reserved self-confidence, Zhi is still very much a girl missing her father. She's always deferred to him for any decisions regarding a job, so taking on a job like the one Martella is proposing is a step out of her comfort zone.

Female human (Tian-Shu) unchained rogue 1
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +4; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +4 Dex)
hp 8 (1d8)
Fort +0, Ref +6, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee dagger +4 (1d4/19-20) or
. . hanbo +4 (1d6)
Ranged shortbow +4 (1d6/×3)
Special Attacks sneak attack (unchained) +1d6
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 14
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 14
Feats Deft Hands, Stealthy, Weapon Finesse
Traits criminal
Skills Acrobatics +8, Appraise +6, Bluff +6, Climb +4, Diplomacy +6, Disable Device +11, Disguise +6, Escape Artist +10, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (nobility) +3, Perception +4, Sense Motive +4, Sleight of Hand +11, Stealth +10
Languages Common, Minkaian, Tien, Varisian
SQ trapfinding +1
Other Gear leather armor, arrows (20), dagger, hanbo, shortbow, backpack, belt pouch, courtier's outfit, flint and steel, jewelry[UE], perfume, common[ISWG] (10), reversible cloak[UE], thieves' tools, 6 gp, 8 sp
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Special Abilities
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Sneak Attack (Unchained) +1d6 Attacks deal extra dam if flank foe or if foe is flat-footed.
Trapfinding +1 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.

Titus grew up orphaned on the back streets of Oppara and soon fell into the lower echelons of The Brotherhood of Silence. He had to much empathy for his fellow man to be indoctrinated fully into the thieves guild, but he did serve as a loyal bodyguard for some of the bookies. Spending alot of the time at the race tracks he did befriend several of the charioteers and learned the ins and outs of the races. Then one day, the inevitable attack on the bookie he was responsible for happened. Titus successfully fended off the attack, but the charioteer for the race was killed in the melee. Furious over the assault the noble sponsor of the chariot, grabbed the nearest person that had any inkling of how to ride to take over for the race and that person was Titus. The noble had only intended for Titus to start and finish the race so his horse wouldn't be disqualified for the season for missing a start, but when Titus placed third, the pleased noble gave him 900gp. Titus has used this seed money to start a taxi service. He bought himself a carriage, two fine horses and some fancy clothes and is hiring himself out to various nobles.

A young Charlton Heston

Titus
Male human (Taldan) fighter (polearm master) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 106)
NG Medium humanoid (human)
Hero Points 1
Init +1; Senses Perception +1
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +1 Dex)
hp 11 (1d10+1)
Fort +3, Ref +1, Will +1
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20) or
halberd +4 (1d10+4/×3)
Ranged javelin +2 (1d6+3)
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 13, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 12
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 15
Feats Bodyguard[APG], Combat Reflexes, Skill Focus (Knowledge [local])
Traits rich parents
Skills Acrobatics -2 (-6 to jump), Diplomacy +2, Handle Animal +5, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (nature) +3, Knowledge (nobility) +3, Ride +2, Survival +5
Languages Common, Dwarven, Elven
SQ hero points
Other Gear lamellar (leather) armor[UC], dagger, halberd, javelin (3), backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, carriage, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), mess kit[UE], noble's outfit, pot, soap, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, heavy horse (combat trained), heavy horse (combat trained), 41 gp
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Special Abilities
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Bodyguard Use an AoO to use aid another to improve an ally's AC.
Combat Reflexes (2 AoO/round) Can make extra attacks of opportunity/rd, and even when flat-footed.
Hero Points Hero Points can be spent at any time to grant a variety of bonuses.

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Titus is glad to have cut his ties with the brotherhood and is now looking to ingratiate himself with the nobility. He takes anyone he transports safety seriously. His self worth is entirely tied up with how good a bodyguard he is. He really does have an incredibly protective streak in him, eventually he will take the Virtuous Creed Feat (Protection). He enjoyed the chariot racing and would certainly agree to do it again.

I chose the Rich Parents trait, but it really should be rich sponsor. A noble is pleased with Titus.

Like many would-be revolutionaries, Liam comes from a fairly privileged background. He had material comforts and a good education. As clergy of Aroden, his family had been members of the aristocracy for centuries, although not especially wealthy or high-ranking. Aroden exemplified and championed the greatness of humanity; the aristocracy naturally felt that they had more of the Last Azlanti in them than did the commoners. Therefore, they were more comfortable with the clergy of Aroden being nobles (ignoring how many of Aroden's Twelve Guises would be commoner professions). Liam's family has some distant connections to House Morilla, and some stronger connections to House Railford.
During his time in Andoran, Liam just went by 'Liam', with no family name; he does not wish to get ahead by virtue of his birthright. While he hasn't formally renounced his family or his unlikely title (he would be eighth in line to become a Baron, after some second cousins), he doesn't often talk about them either. His father isn't outright opposed to his activities, given the understanding between Iomedae and Milani, and is sort of a lukewarm reformer himself. His mother has little interest in noble families' reputations or Taldan tradition, but a great interest in freedom. She has been more encouraging of his path. His mother is half-Elven; Liam's grandparents, distressed by the human grandmother growing old while the Elven grandfather stayed young, entered the service of Shyka the Many as Feysworn in the First World, shortly after Liam was born. His mother has heard from them in dreams.

[273] This author has choose to exclude the primary group's handler, the legendary spymaster Lady Martella Lotheed -- who at this point was still just in the beginning stages of assembling her network that now reaches across the Inner Sea and beyond -- from the assembly typically dubbed Eutropia's Elites. Though some argue she belongs in the same category, this author's separate article, The Myth of Martella Lotheed, explains further why this argument does not prove truly persuasive.

[274] It should be made explicit at this point that this author is in fact related in not too distant fashion from Lady Katria Delaval, though he hastens to assure his readers that this causes no bias in this treatise. In fact, this author's relatives who knew Lady Katria have assured him that he bears a striking similarity in his approach to facts, which some have called absolute and others have unfairly insinuated veers into the realm of pedantry.

[275] Though a popular claim, this is in fact not true. Learned historians typically regard the so-called Gorilla Duke as the empire's least likely spy, despite his efforts' failing to prevent the Sixth Army of Exploration's tragic defeat.

[276] The claims that she said this are likely very much overwrought. Lady Katria remained close to her family despite this unexpected upheaval at a critical moment in her life, and any praise she offered for the halfling caretakers of her youth should not be seen as disparaging of her flesh and blood.

[277] Many theorize that Lady Katria wrote several scholarly, unsigned treatises in support of Eutropia's claim to the throne -- clearly, while this author does not wish to brag, such scholarship is a trademark sign of scions of the Delaval family -- and that it was these treatises that caught Lady Martella Lotheed's attention. Some have said that Lady Martella's ability to puzzle out the true author of the treatises so impressed Lady Katria that she felt becoming an agent was in fact a reasonable option despite her lack of any training in such work. Some have posited, however, that Lady Martella in fact blackmailed Lady Katria into joining, pointing to Lady Katria's utter lack of training as a spy or agent in the initial moments of her career. For more on how Lady Martella gathered her agents, this author again refers the reader to his article, The Myth of Martella Lotheed.

Eregos Villarius (Hargus Kryn)
Human vigilante (avenger) 1
CN/NG medium humanoid (human)
Init +1; Perception +5
Favored Class: Vigilante
FCB: +1 Skill Point

DEFENSE
AC 16, touch 11, flat-footed 15 (+1 Dex, +4 armor, +1 shield)
HP 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +3

OFFENSE
Speed 20 ft
Melee falcata +4 (1d8+3, 19-20/x3)
Melee spiked gauntlet +4 (1d4+3, x2)
Melee dagger +4 (1d4+3, 19-20/x2)
Ranged dagger +2 (1d4+3, 19-20/x2, 10 ft)

STATISTICS
Str 16, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 15
Traits Civilized, Disgraced Noble (Campaign)
Feats Exotic Weapon Proficiency (falcata), Power Attack
Skills (ACP -3) Bluff +6, Diplomacy +10, Disguise +8 (+28 to appear as current identity), Intimidate +6, Knowledge (local) +5, Knowledge (nobility)* +2, Perception +5, Profession (gambler)* +5, Sense Motive +5, Stealth +2
Languages Common
Social Talents Social Grace (Diplomacy)
SQ Dual-identity, seamless guise, vigilante specialization (Avenger)
Other gear falcata, spiked gauntlet, 4 daggers, armored coat, buckler, explorer’s outfit (free outfit worth 10 gp or less), courtier’s outfit, 50 gp worth of jewelry, belt pouch, disguise kit (10 uses), dice, cards (worth 1 gp), 9 gp, 9 sp

Eregos Villarius was born to a mid-level noble family from the Tandak prefecture as the younger of two sons. Growing up, his father doted on his older brother, Marcus, who stood to inherit the majority of the estate, leaving Eregos to be raised primarily by his mother, nurses, and tutors. Eregos was jealous of his older brother’s clearly favored status, as his father rarely spent time with him. Eregos desperately tried to prove he was worthy of his father’s time, working hard at his studies. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he was nothing more than an average student, unlike his brother, who seemed to excel in his studies. Eregos excelled in only two areas: rhetoric and debate, and martial training.

Eregos had a gift for discussion, often laying out convincing arguments and speaking with distinction and poise. He hoped to use this skill to prove himself worthy of his father’s affection, but while he applauded Eregos’s linguistic talents, he spent no more time with him than he had previously. Eregos was disappointed. He’d hoped his father would see potential for something in him - perhaps even a place in the Senate. Instead, he was yet an afterthought. Desperate, he turned his attention to his martial training, seeking to prove to at least his father that his skill-at-arms made him just as worthy as his brother. As he grew, he became larger and more muscular than Marcus, in the image of his maternal grandfather. While this helped him in his martial training, it did not help him learn the proper way to use the signature Taldan weapon, the Falcata. He consistently relied on his strength to strike with the blade instead of finesse and agility. In the end, his efforts weren’t enough, and his father continued to all but ignore him.

Then, tragedy struck. At the age of 14, his mother fell ill and died. Eregos was heartbroken at the loss, but the pain was made all the greater by the fact that his father decided Eregos should go to a secondary school away from home, as his father did not have time for his younger son. So, a mere week after his mother’s funeral, Eregos was sent away, to Oppara. Eregos was so angry. He’d tried so hard, done everything his father asked, to prove himself worthy of his father’s time, and instead, he found himself sent away from the family home, barely able to mourn his mother. It was in his anger that Eregos realized the truth - nothing he did mattered to his father. He was nothing but an afterthought. If that was how his father saw him, then it was fine - it meant he could do whatever he wanted.

Eregos arrived at the school in Oppara with a mission. He was going to enjoy himself, and who cared what his father thought about it. It started small - sneaking out at night, breaking curfew with a few friends, other second and third sons sent away from home. They began frequenting taverns, gambling halls, and brothels, spending money freely, laughing and showing up to classes half-asleep and yawning. They earned and then cultivated a reputation as carefree hedonists, men who did what they wanted, when they wanted. After all, they said, what did any of it matter? They were clearly afterthoughts to their families, and no one would care. Unbeknownst to them, someone did.

After 4 years, Eregos graduated the program and was to return home. As he prepared to do so, his father arrived, furious. Eregos’s reputation had reached home, and his father demanded to know if it was true. Deciding not to bother with a lie, Eregos replied that yes, it was true. His father demanded to know what had possessed him to sully the family name so, and Eregos laid everything out. He lit into his father for never spending time with him, for favoring Marcus over him, for sending him away with barely a chance to mourn his mother. They were both shouting by the time it was over. Eregos’s father called him a disappointment and a disgrace. Eregos called his father a washed-up, useless fool, and told him he was so concerned with appearances and his reputation that he’d probably never truly loved his wife. It was the final straw. Eregos’s father told him not to bother returning to the family seat, and that he was disowned, cast out of the family. Eregos said it was fine with him - it wasn’t like he had ever been treated like part of the family anyway.

Eregos remained in Oppara, but it didn’t take him long to learn that he wasn’t well-suited to life outside of the net that had supported him. With no truly marketable skills, he found his only way to make money being gambling. Over the next three years, he gradually sold various valuables and finery for coin, relying on gambling and other games of chance for coin, desperately trying to keep himself alive. Eventually, he heard that his father had died - fall from a horse. Upon hearing the news, Eregos tucked himself away in a tavern, thinking his fortunes over.

With his father dead, Marcus was in charge of the estate. Though Eregos and Marcus had never been close, they had been closer than Eregos and his father had been. It was possible that if Eregos went to his brother, they could reconcile and Eregos would no longer suffer from exile. But could he return to his brother as he was? After all, apart from being miserable, he was no different now than he had been when he was disowned - he still gambled, and drank more than he should. Why would his brother think him any different? He had to change, to rediscover his honor - and then he had to prove it. How to do so - that was the question.

It was then that agents of Lady Martella Lotheed found him, offering him a chance. Attend the ball celebrating the Grand Day of Exaltations and help get the Senate to make this new law. Simple enough - and the best part was the opportunity to show he was trying to regain his honor. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure how effective disgraced Eregos Villarius could possibly be in this endeavor, since he wouldn’t be able to promise any favors or benefits - unless he wasn’t Eregos Villarius. Eregos began crafting a new identity - Hargus Kryn, the son of a minor noble from the World’s Edge province, newly arrived in Oppara. Hargus Kryn could get in there and socialize with the Senators - perhaps even offer favors. It would give him the ability to move freely, without revealing his true identity. Eventually, once Hargus Kryn had a positive reputation, he could reveal his true name as Eregos Villarius, and hopefully reconcile with his brother. With a plan to reclaim his honor in place, Hargus Kryn was ready to make an appearance at the court in Oppara.

Intimidator
Melee striker
Social Skillmonkey
backup healer
Buffer

Lucian started his life in the slums of Oppara, born as a second generation half-orc to an utterly poor family as the seventh son and 13th child and named Prigs. His father was a manual laborer who worked every dayjob just to earn a silver coin, usually spending it on the cheapest booze available. On every occasion he used his strong meaty hands or his belt to mercilessly punish his children. His mother was not much better and by the time Prigs was eight only 5 children were still alive, and usually sitting in the streets to gather alms in better parts of the town.
Prigs life changed when one day he saw an assassination attempt on Lord Claudio Leveticus, just in front of the church of Abadar. Prigs was sitting close, hoping that the devout people would even give a half-breed as himself a coin or two in mercy.
Two black clad women jumped the noble and while one held the man the other tried to stab him with their dagger. Feeling his chance of a lifetime Prigs jumped in the womans left leg and bit her muscled flesh. Yelling in pain the dagger, coated in poison, that was meant to end the nobles life found its mark in the young boys flesh. But that distraction was enough and the temple guard was able to drive the assassins away.
Lord Claudio Leveticus took the deeply wounded boy home and took care that a cleric would treat the young boys wounds. But the wound was deep and even with the best care the recuperation took quite some time. During that time Lord Claudio, a widower of 43 winters fell in love with the young abadarian cleric Pierre de Hubertin.
After 2 weeks in coma Prig woke up and for the first time in his life saw a real bed, with blankets of pure white osirian linen. A young priest with soft brown eyes was sitting next to the bed and offered the young boy a hand to guide him to the owner of the estate, if he felt strong enough. Not wanting to show any weakness Prig walked on very unsteady feet to the lounge, almost dropping twice but keeping on his feet his raw determination.
Seeing the noble he fell to his knees and begged him to not send him back. Alas that was too much for the not yet completely healed wound and he fainted. When he awoke again the priest called for Lord Claudio and the nobleman, quite impressed and deeply grateful accepted him into his service. Prig was overjoyed and vowed to be worth it and pledged his loyality to the man.
Lord Claudio had heard many a vows in his life and he was of opinion that every vow was meant to be broken. Was he in for a surprise! Over the next 5 years Prig not only learned hard and tirelessly to learn how to behave in a nobles house, only once earning the belt for a minor transgression, involving a very expensive Tian vase, but was utterly und completely loyal to his master. He even reported his accident to his master, although no one would have thought him responsible and demanded the belt as punishment, as it was the common practice in the household.
He was also instrumental to keep the relationship between the young priest and his Lord secret, once even resisting magical commands to spill the truth. Pierre was his secret tutor, lecturing him in the art of courtly war, the tenants of the faith of Abadar and how to fit in.
As the years went by Lord Claudio understood he would not marry again, he was much too happy with his younger lover and that if he died his nephew Vicious Leveticus would inherit the title. A fact that gave the lord ulcer. Half in jest Pierre one evening remarked why he wouldn´t adopt the boy Prig. Lord Claudio looked at Pierre as if he thought his lover had lost his mind, but then he saw the potential. And truth to be told he couldn´t deny that it would be a colossal finger to his nephew.
With all the guile of 40 years of courtly war they arranged that Prig was given another identity, as the long lost cousin of a distant uncle and Lord Claudio adopted the young half-orc and gave him his new name. Viscount Lucian Leveticus.
But that was not enough, booth Claudio and Pierre knew that, so they took care that Lucian took his vows to Abadar, fasting for 5 days and nights, speaking the 22 sacred names and afterward bought a commission in the Taldorian Legion as a Judicator, a rank equal to a first lieutenant, tasked with the judicial duties in the Legion, with the right to pass judgment or to be the defender of the soldiers.
For two years Lucian was sent to the border Legion building his network and establishing a spotless record. He is known as a rising star in the army.
Now he has returned to Oppara to work in the military high command.

Lucian is a big man, easily 6´8", of nearly 300 pounds, with long auburn hair tied in the back with a black ribbon and lush whiskers. A short, well-trimmed beard accentuates his manly chin and his orcish blood only shows in pointy ears and a long pointy tooth. He moves slowly with economical movements, a habit he learned in his foster fathers home, when his inhuman frame sometimes caused some minor accidents, like tipped over glasses.
He still bears an ugly scar just below his left nipple, an eternal reminder that sometimes fortuna favors the bold. He speaks with the rolling R of a southern taldorian, an accent hard and laboriously trained to hide his origin from the gutters.
He prefers to wear a blue tunic with the baldric of house Leveticus, the crimson hound of sable field over black pantaloons and good soft boots, or if on official business his Judicator uniform with fitting armor and a broad long sword and dagger as sidearm. The key of Abadar is discreetly tucked in his left inner pocket, to be ready to be presented if necessary.
He has a booming voice, and he is an adept of giving speeches, or if you are very unlucky giving a verbal lashing like no other as if he had no indoor voice. Voice at 1.30

There are a few things that define Lucian.
He is a Determinator. If he has made up his mind,there is no stopping the Lucian. He does not understand tact. He does not know When to Fold 'Em, and it's a waste of time to tell thim the odds. No one can reason with him. He'll do whatever they have to without question as long as he does not violate his code of conduct. One of the reason his nome de guerre is the bloodhound.
He is a believer in order, justice, Taldor and Abadar. He does not care for the easy way, or the greater god, he has his code and he will follow it. If you commited a crime and the court sentences you to death, he will give you the short fall and the sudden stop. But he will do it as merciful as possible and does not take any joy in it. He just understands that one has to do it.
And he has never forgotten the slums. He knows Abadar smiled on him when he was rescued from the worst of the worst, but he shall not look down on them. He favors men who rise above their origin and he took great pains to compensate one of his soldiers, named Porcix the lesser, who was pressed from the slums into military service and truly died as a taldorian hero, saving three fellow soldiers, so that Porcix wife Kara and kids not only knew that they should be proud of their lost husband and father, but also that they got a safe job as maid and stable boy in the country estate of his step-father.

Lucien´s real father has seen him a few weeks and ago and knows his true heritage. He is ready to blackmail his son, threatening all the hard work Lucian has done. He just waits for the right moment.
The woman Kara was contacted by Vicious Leviticus and bribed to keep an eye on the estate, so that Vicious can one day take what he believes is his birthright.

A couple things I wanted to mention:

1) Though this concept looks like a False Priest sorcerer, I actually wasn't planning on it (unless we have no divine character, in which case I could). I just really liked the idea of a charlatan priest out to make money/obtain secrets.

2) I may tweak the backstory once the Player's Guide comes out (or if there's anything DM thinks would be helpful to improve the story)

3) I'd love to be in this game. I have been on the boards for almost four years and have over 17,000 posts. I'd be a consistent addition to the group.
Thanks for your consideration!

Earl doesn't remember too much about his parents as he was young when they died. They were wealthy tradespeople in Oppara and were killed over some business transaction or other. He knew that his "father" was not his birth father and it was evident in how he treated Earl. He remembered that his mother was crazy. Earl heard his father's friends say it had something to do with some incident on the trail. He also heard it had something to do with him. Putting two and two together was easy...
Earl lost most of his family's possessions to an unscrupulous banker put in charge of his family's estate. Some schooling was paid for. About the only other thing he was able to keep was some family jewelry and an odd contraption his mother had bought for him to play with, a broken pistol.
Earl both ran the streets and decided to make something of himself. At night, he was a Mack the Knife, a half-orc who ran the streets, acting as a scout for thieves gangs, illegal fight clubs, or whoever would pay. In the day, he became Earl Flynn, a studious and hard working human who occasionally admitted to some orcish ancestry. When he finally figured out how to make his pistol work, he had an idea. He would make military equipment for Taldor and return it to being an international power...aqnd he would become wealthy while he did it.

Earl Flynn/Mack the Knife is mostly done. I just need to figure out just how I am going to spend all his money and put his stats in a usable configuration.

Earl/Flynn/Mack the Knife

Half-orc gunmaster vigilante

12 S: 12
18 D: 16 +2
10 C: 10
14 I: 14
10 W: 10
13 Ch: 13

Saves

Combat

Racial
type humanoid (orc, human)
size Medium
base speed 30
languages common, half-orc
intimidating- replace by Overlooked Mastermind
orc ferocity- replace by Overlooked Mastermind
weapon familiarity- replace by Overlooked Mastermind
Overlooked Mastermind: Some half-orcs use half-orcs’ brutish stereotypes to their advantage, causing others to underestimate their intelligence and scheming. Such half-orcs gain a +2 racial bonus on Bluff, Diplomacy, and Sense Motive checks. This bonus increases to +4 against other humanoids. They also receive a +2racial bonus on Bluff checks to feign ignorance and Sense Motive checks to intercept secret messages, and this stacks with the above bonus. This racial trait replaces intimidating, orc ferocity, and weapon familiarity.
darkvision 60'
orc blood

Vigilante
Dual Identity- Earl Flynn (neutral good)/ Mack the Knife (neutral)
Seamless Guise
Social Talent- Social Grace (diplomacy +4)
Gunmaster replaces vigilante specialization

traits
1. campaign- young reformer or Taldan patriot
2. race- (half-orc) Pass for Human
3. social- rich parents
drawback- paranoid

feats
1. weapon finesse
gunmaster- gunsmithing

skills
1. perception
2. stealth
3. bluff
4. sense motive
5. diplomacy
6. disable device
7. disguise
8. knowledge local
9. knowledge nobility
background 1. knowledge engineering
background 2. craft alchemy

gear- plenty left to spend...
0044 lbs 0900.00 gp equipment
0015 lbs 0010.00 gp leather armor
0004.00 unique battered pistol
0001 lbs 0002.00 gp dagger
0001 lbs 0001.00 gp brass knuckles
0002 lbs 0002.00 gp backpack
0004 lbs 0000.00 gp outfit, artisan's*
0006 lbs 0030.00 gp outfit, courtier's
0000 lbs 0050.00 gp jewelry (necklace, ring)
0000 lbs 0001.00 gp flint & steel
0002 lbs 0015.00 gp gunsmith's kit
0002 lbs 0001.00 gp grooming kit
0001 lbs 0030.00 gp thieves' tools, common
0038 lbs 0142.00 gp subtotal