Here's a character made for a game but not enough to pass muster.
It's been worked up to 5th level, though knocking it down to second shouldn't be too hard. Plus t'will give yourself an idea of where I'm taking it.
Looking forwards to hearing from yourself. (^_^)
Very much cheers to you and yours.
I am a big fan of "character growing up" within the game. Currently this guy (Haterivet) is the only character I have at lvl. 2. He was made for an arena type of game, and he was one of the rare lucky and good enough ones to survive. Sadly, the campaign died after reaching lvl. 2. He has a detailed, albeit specific background which I will try to adjust to this specific campaign - maybe I can, or maybe I can not customize it to fit, I have to check Jade Regent Player Guide.
I would appreciate if you could briefly take a look at the character and tell me if you believe he would be appropriate or not (disregard current equipment, this is from old campaign).
Thanks a lot, cheers
*Waves*
Hey-YA! (^_^)
That's a neat welcoming at any rate.
As for 'Fitting in' around Sandport? Why t'is easy! Sunny be havin' points in Profession;Sailor. Hence, she's a regular traveler whut come in't port an' bangs about when ever her ship does come in. (^_^)
Right easy enough t'git m'self tangled up with every one else. (^_~)
Why, when a bod comes a callin' in'a town, they want some wheres t'wash up, have a feed of more'n fish and listen ta any local tales people might be wantin' t'tell. An' the well regarded 'Rusty Dragon" would seem t'be quite the right place t'be doin' such.
Again, very much best wishes and cheers to every one.
Hey, I done put in me startin' background that Sunny be wantin' any excuse t'not have t'keep washing her hair. (^_~)
Hey! I do like the idea of 'Best freind' and while I'm not sure as to how old Ameiko is (One should never be in'a position t'be askin' any lass her age! :P), What d'ye say t'that idea?
'Hero Worship' be another one. Sunny might be old enough t'have been a round when the giants did come a calling and Shalelu saved her scrawny hide?
Agin, bein' a Elf how about 'Survivalist'? Would also go right well with Sunny being a sailor and stuffs?
Very much cheers to all.
Hi Stephan, another European here ;-) Finkmilkana, thanks for the quick review, I've downloaded Player's guide, will go over through it and get back to you when/ifI have some feasible ideas. Cheers
Would like to try for a human Ronin- Summoner, where the Eidolon is an unidentified ancestor spirit and the summonings are Kami.
Dotting for interest, and dice rolls....
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-- david
Edit: Ugh, the dice roller hates me. I'll do a 25 point buy build.
Wait...wouldn't that would make her twelve in the 'Rise of the Runelords' adventure path?
How long has it been since the events of that load of excitement happened?
Me thinks some lass be tweakin' teh numbers a little....(¬_¬)
So. Do people have to keep the board dice roller? Or can we take the point buy style instead? Jus' askin'
America reporting in.
Alas, these rolls are not fit to make a character. Point-buy it is. I was thinking about making a Menhir Savant Druid, a specialist in tapping into the nodes and ley lines of the earth, learning to harness their energies.
In that vein, I'd like to know whether or not you'd accept and Oread as an acceptable racial choice. Being part human-part outsider, an Oread could easily be part of human society while satisfying their more primal urges for seclusion.
I'll begin working on background and Crunch immediately. Thanks for putting on the campaign!
P.S. I was considering rescued: Koya for my campaign trait at the moment, though I'm definitely open to other options for the sake of story.
Saweeet! (^_^)
*Does happy dance*
Um...how many points does we get to buy with?
Oread is ok if you properly justify him, same for the trait.
Cool beans.
Let me see what the dice would favor on character creation...
Edit: Well, not terrible, but definitely not as good as a 25 point buy. I think I'll whip up a concept with that instead
Bleh...
The character concept I was kicking around was an oni-blooded tiefling warrior living in hiding in Sandpoint. I'd be willing to burn one of my first feats on Pass for Human or something similar and try to make the disguise check every day. I like the idea of having a few points of contention with the party and eventually the others finding out about just what he is. I was going to use the Sword Saint samurai archetype and have his gear and weapons be gifts from his fiendish mother to his Varisian merchant father.
If this is not acceptable I'll whip up a Myrmidarch magus, some kind of interesting rogue build or maybe a fighter of some kind with the back story of laying low in Sandpoint to avoid the attentions of a Sczarni family back in Magnimar. He would be an odd mix of personality traits including a hatred of criminal organizations while still being something of a crook himself when he cannot find honest work.
...Definitely not.
Actually, to keep more in the flavor of tieflings the Oni blood will come from a grandfather somewhere along the line. He'll have been raised in Sandpoint but his caravaneer parents were often away on business. As such he was often entrusted to the care of Niska, Koya's mother. was raised on tales of Tian Xia. Growing up he came to think of Koya as a little sister, even as she began to grow old and her hair turned grey before his eyes (Trait: Friend of the Family).
To avoid suspicion of his heritage, he periodically leaves Sandpoint and waits for people's memories of him to get fuzzy enough that a few changes to his habitual disguise allow him to return. Koya is the only one who knows about this though, although Shalelu may harbor some suspicions. He has watched most everyone else in town grow up over the years.
Keep in mind that a Tiefling is not 'mature' until around 60.
I'll put the stats together and flesh out the background for you
Also, do you want me to take the Fiendish Heritage feat in order to get access to the Oni variant?
Not a problem, the Oni stuff is good enough.
here is my submission (in the profile)
if you don't think a monk will work well then the link to his sister is included in his backstory.
will have to up to level 2 and possibly re-do the ability scores.
thats like a 10 point buy -- definately the 25 point buy for me
Charakter Concept ready (Stephan Neufang)
!!!Jade Regent!!!
Wow! I am really excited. I made Hideo about five months ago just incase I saw a Jade Regent AP show up on the boards! As the name imply's Hideo was intended to play the younger sibling of Ameiko Kaijitsu. I thought I would make him a Samuari. I'll put some more work into him, but I just wanted to tell you Finkmilkana that I'm *really* excited to apply!
And just to see how the rolls play out.
Arg! Ok, going for the 25 point buy.
Nicat is from Sandpoint, created for a Rise of the Runelords campaign that withered on the vine recently. I'd love to tweak him a bit to fit into a Jade Regent campaign - though he won't take much changing, since he's already part of a caravan traveler and loves the open road.
Just in case the dice are with me (and they rarely seem to be with the Paizo Diceatronic), I'll take a shot at the rolls:
Ay, caramba! Better than I expected! I'll take it. Will work on a revised alias.
I know one of the existing players will make an alchemist - do you know what the others will be? If there's already a rogue, with these rolls I could make all kinds of characters.
hey there Nicat, Its me Noro's older brother.
Tassadan here. Here's my Oread Menhir Savant Druid: Zeema Domh'an.
Zeema, like all Oreads, is rather short but very heavy. She stands at four-and-a-half feet tall but weighs almost 170 lbs. Her hair is the color and sheen of obsidian while her skin is smooth and gray like marble. Her eyes have no pupils and are instead coal black with a sapphire blue irises at their centers. She often conceals her knees and elbows, the joints of which have jagged protrusions. Zeema's face is usually adorned with one or more symbols or runes that she has drawn with clay. These are of no magical significance, but instead are usually druidic words or symbology.
Her attire is usually simple and befitting of a druid: An earth tone tunic under her dragonhide breasplate and a hooded cloak over it. She usually prefers the more utilitarian choice of trousers and boots over dresses and shoes, but has been known to wear a long skirt on more formal occasions. [/spoiler
[spoiler=Personality]
Zeema is extremely stoic, usually letting her actions speak for her. This often rubs people the wrong way, and therefore she tends to not hang around people. Koya understands her ways to a certain degree, but only Niska fully accepted them. She tends to treat individuals with general indifference unless they are shown to be otherwise interesting, but almost venerates Koya for whom she feels she owes her life. She extremely sad at Niska's recent passing but, like with most of her emotions, she is terrible at expressing this.
The backstory is a bit long, so I've included a summary below as well.
Zeema Domh’an was an unexpected child born to a Magnimar heiress and her supposed-to-be-one-time lover Dragan Domh’an. Draganhad lived his life as a wandering Druid, seeking the perfect synthesis of his Varisian heritage and the natural world. He often made stops in larger cities such as Magnimar to pawn his findings along the road, and then he and his faithful wolf Fenix would go along their way. Not this time.
Dragan ran afoul of the Magnimar city guard for not having a license for his “pet,” demanding a steep fee in return for violating the law. There existed no such license, and Dragan knew extortion when he saw it. Incensed, he was about to strike one of the bullies when a beautiful maiden intervened. She explained to the guards that Dragan was a guest in her household and that the tame wolf was a present for her. Dragan, calmed by the grace of her fabrication, nodded along with the lie. The guards seemed to recognize her, calling her “Ms. Valdemar” and practically bowing as they went their own way. The girl then turned around with a curtsy and a seductive smile: “How do you do, handsome stranger?”
Dragan stayed in the city for several months after that. For the first time he had found love and fulfillment outside of the wilderness to which he had become accustomed. Sneaking into the Valdemar residence in the middle of the night, healing the sick and needy, and occasionally defending bordering towns from goblin raids kept Dragan entertained and eventually fulfilled him enough that he decided to stay. This was good, as soon after he decided this it was found that Patrice Valdemar was pregnant. The two were married immediately, much to the chagrin of Patrice’s father: Ethram Valdemar. He wanted the family to move up the social ladder through marriage, not down to the level of former vagrants. Ethram denounced the marriage, but his cold heart was soon warmed when Dragan and Patrice visited him in Sandpoint.
Where once there was a somewhat soiled and hooded druid, there now stood a clean, well-groomed, and handsome aristocrat. Dragan had been recently been asked to become an officer in the Magnimar city guard, giving the Valdemar family connections in that realm. He was expected to rise quickly: through his magical and martial prowesses Dragan had exposed a racketeering ring and busted a large group of Scarzni smugglers. Dragan had taken to city life quite well, and Ethram saw in him a valuable addition to the family.
The pregnancy was another matter entirely. When the baby wasn’t born in it’s ninth month, Patrice began to worry. Many of the clerics and other specialists that were brought in were baffled, but one diviner had the answer: the child was not human.
After ten months, the baby was finally born, but at a terrible cost. Despite the best healers they could afford, Patrice died in childbirth. The child had torn her insides apart. It had been born with skin like marble and hair the color and sheen of obsidian. Her jagged arms and legs had caused incurable internal bleeding. Dragan and Ethram had no time to grieve. What was to be done with this inhuman child?
Dragan researched both his bloodline and those of the Valdemar family, but could not determine from what strain this child had come. It was in this research that he came across a religion he had never heard of before: the Cult of Soralyon. It was here that Dragan thought he found his answer. Soralyon was described as “carved of the purest marble,” and was worshipped by the Valdemar’s for centuries as their patron deity. The Valdemar family records even hinted at a divine influence in their blood. Considering the girl’s marble skin and lineage, Dragan began to truly believe that his daughter was the scion of Soralyon on Golarion.
As she grew older, Zeema began to feel drawn to certain places within Magnimar. Usually large stone monoliths. The Irespan and the Arvensoar in particular. Given the Arvensoar’s angelic ties, her father took this as a sign of true celestial connection. He redoubled his efforts to educate her, learning Celestial and then teaching it to her. Then, he brought her to the cult itself.
Dragan had been to several of the Cult of Soralyon’s meetings and masses. While he himself was not a true believer, he needed the answers that he had been looking for. Was this what his wife died for? Was there a greater purpose in her demise? There had to be. He didn’t believe in the idea of an unjust world in which such tragedy strikes without reason. Despite his experience, Dragan was still naïve.
When the cult first saw Zeema as an adolescent, their excitement was palpable. They also saw the resemblance between her and their god. People began bowing on their hands and knees before the child, exalting her as if she were a holy object. Dragan wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or worried. The two came back, mass after mass, until worshipping and venerating Zeema became part of the regular service. She was called, “Soralyon’s divine gift” and “The Empyreal Child” by the minister. Dragan never received his answers, though. Other than men worshipping her, he never received any proof that Zeema was a gift from heaven or otherwise. The Druid decided that it was time to cut back from the cult and entertain other perspectives.
From that point onward, Dragan taught everything he knew about magic and combat to his daughter, hoping that through his teachings she could one day achieve her divine purpose. She trained for years and years, becoming proficient in every weapon, in Druidic, and in divine spell-casting. She proved to be extremely versatile in combat, switching between melee weapons with relative ease and enhancing her powers with spells. She showed promise.
The two still went to masses every once in a while, but their visits became less and less frequent as time went on. This was due to the masses becoming more and more twisted and frenzied. Talk began amongst the worshippers that Soralyon’s worship superseded other tasks and pursuits. Ambition, family, friends, relationships, all were subject to criticism if they were put higher than the Angelic god. The ministers began to talk of seizing power in the city, of an overthrowing of the other established religions and putting Soralyon in their place. After all, who better to guard the people of Magnimar than the Guardian angel himself?
One night, Dragan and Fenix awoke to the screams of his daughter being carried into the street. Having no time to prepare spells or grab a weapon, Dragan immediately wildshaped into a wolf, jumped from his second-story window with his companion, and the two tore the attackers limb-from-limb. Only after he had reverted to human form did Dragan realize that he had killed two city guardsmen, both members of the Cult of Soralyon. Killing a guardsman alone was punishable by death, and Dragan knew that even if he was acquitted of the murder that Fenix would not be so luck. Animals that kill humans hardly ever receive fair treatment under the law. Dragang rabbed his valuables from his home, took Zeema and Fenix, and fled Magnimar, hoping that in the wilderness his abilities could protect himself and his daughter.
He was able to, for a time, but in one excursion to a hamlet Zeema accidentally revealed her face and was recognized from Dragan’s wanted poster. Later that night, a group of brigands found Dragan and Zeema’s camp, hoping to kill the Druid and split the substantial bounty. They got the jump on Draganby attacking him in his sleep, but he didn’t go down so easily. Dragan transformed into a massive grizzly bear, killing man after man with swipes from his mighty claws. Zeema held her own as well, but didn’t have time to don her armor. At the same time that she was slashing with her scythe, she was taking the brunt of most of the attacks aimed in her direction. Despite their best efforts, father and daughter were overwhelmed.
“Zeema, run! Get away from here as fast as you can! I can’t hold them off much longer!” Battered, bruised, and bleeding, the girl had no choice but to follow his command. She darted through the forest as fast as she could, bandits following soon in her wake. There was no reward for her, but the bandits wanted more for their troubles than just money. It was then that Zeema found a clearing. At its center was a monolith of a boulder, ten feet tall and half as wide, inscribed with runes from its top to its bottom. As Zeema drew closer, the runes began to look more and more familiar. She stopped in sheer surprise. I can read these! she thought, They’re Druidic! And indeed, after a moment of study the girl deciphered the message and read aloud:
”He who stands and reads this stone
Shall never go through life alone
The power of stone, earth, and root
Shall upon you puissance impute
Lay your hand upon the boulder
And Menhir’s power names you its holder.”
Zeema immediately reached out her hand and touched the stone surface. It was cool to the touch at first, but then grew warmer and warmer. Zeema felt suddenly hyper-aware, as though she could see and feel beyond the material realm. This wouldn’t help her, though, as five men emerged from the shrubbery behind her.
She then grew twice her size and beat the living s!#$ out of them. Her scythe cleaved through each of them like butter, but one got in a decent shot with his longsword before she could cut him down. Bleeding profusely from her side, Zeema blundered into the road and collapsed there. After falling unconscious, she returned to her original size.
She awoke the next day to find a pair of women standing over her, one much older than the other. From the younger’s fingers there was a gentle light flowing into Zeema’s body. She passed out once more. When she awoke yet again, she was in bed at a house she did not recognize. Her wounds were healed, and the smell of hot stew wafted from under the floorboards. Zeema descended the stairs to find the two women in the kitchen, the younger cooking while the elder sat at the table with a morose look on her face.
“Sit down, child., She said, pulling out a chair. “I have something to tell you.” It was then she explained that she and her daughter were divine spellcasters as well, and had found the body of Zeema’s father shortly before they had found her. She then pointed to her father’s dragonhide breastplate that was resting on the other side of the room. “It’s yours now. Unfortunately we think that those damned scavengers took the rest.”
Zeema said nothing. Very few times in her life did she express much emotion, but tears welled in her eyes and fell down her glossy gray skin. Niska Mvati and her daughter Koya did the best they could to comfort her. Months went by, and Niska eventually offered to finish what Dragan had started: Zeema’s training as a druid. Zeema only made one request: that Koya teach her how to heal first. She had always known her father as a kind man and a healer, and above all wanted to make him proud in that regard.
Only recently has Zeema been accepted by the local Druid’s lodge, and her study there to become fully certified caused her to miss the vast majority of the “Late unpleasantness” that plagued Sandpoint a few years ago. She has, however, kept her religion, venerating Soralyon over other gods. She correctly reasons that it was not the Empyreal lord, but the worshippers who committed evil acts and that Soralyon still sets a good example for those who are willing to protect others.
As for the furthering of her Druidic studies, Zeema has taken a special interest in stones like the one that granted her exceptional perceptive abilities. She has since returned to the stone and studied it at length, finding new ways to enhance her divine magic towards herself and surrounding plant life. She has used her skills to a certain degree clearing out the occasional animal-based disturbances that tend to bother Sandpoint on a regular basis: usually wild boars, wolves, snakes, and occasionally even Goblins.
The next day, she was saved by Koya and Niska Mvati who took her back to Sandpoint. They told Zeema of her father's fate and gave him the armor they found with his corpse. After allowing Zeema to grieve, Niska offered to complete Zeema's druid training. She has since become a full-fledged druid and has offered her services to Sandpoint on many occasions.
Zeema Domh’an
Female Oread Menhir Savant Druid
NG Medium Outsider (Native)
Init +1
Senses: Darkvision 60, Stonecunning
Perception +6, +8 vs. aberrant stonework
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Defense
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Defense AC 18 , flat-footed 17, Touch 11. (+6 Armor, 1 Dex, 1 Natural)
hp 21 (2d8+2 Favored Class+2 from Con)
Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +7
Special:
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee: Scythe +5 (2d4+6) or Scimitar +5 (1d6+4) or Quarterstaff +5 (1d6+6)
Ranged: Spear +2 (1d8+4) 20 ft.
Special abilities: Spirit Sense
Earth Insight: Oread spellcasters sometimes find that their elemental heritage makes creatures of earth more willing to serve them. Summon monster and summon nature's ally spells that such oreads cast last 2 rounds longer than normal when used to summon creatures with the earth subtype. This racial trait replaces earth affinity.
Treacherous Earth: Once per day, an Oread with this racial trait can will the earth to rumble and shift, transforming a 10-foot-radius patch of earth, unworked stone, or sand into an area of difficult terrain, centered on an area the Oread touches. This lasts for a number of minutes equal to the oread's level, after which the ground returns to normal. This racial trait replaces the spell-like ability racial trait.
Domain Spell Like Abilities
(CL 2nd; Concentration +6)
Enlarge 6/day: Reach becomes 10, +1 to damage, -2 to AC
Druid Spells Prepared
1st (3+1/day): Enlarge Person(D), Cure Light Wounds, Shillelagh, Longstrider
Orisons (At Will): Light, Detect Magic, Spark, Guidance
(D)= Domain. Domains: Plant (Growth)
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Statistics
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Str 20
Dex 12
Con 12
Int 10
Wis 18
Cha 5
Base Atk +1
CMB +6
CMD 18
Feats: Dwarf Blooded: Speed is not impeded by armor, Gain Dwarf Stonecunning Racial Trait
Skills (Armor Penalty -3): Kn: Geography +5, Kn: Nature +5, Perception +6 (+8 for unusual stonework, see stonecunning), Sense Motive +3, Survival +6
Languages: Common, Terran, Celestial, Druidic
Traits
T- Rescued (Koya)- All Cure Spells gain a +2 bonus
T- Empyreal Cultist: Gain Celestial as a Bonus Language and a +1 trait bonus on Diplomacy Checks dealing with Good-aligned Humanoids.
Equipment, Total 1,000 gp
MWK Dragonhide Breastplate (700 gp)
Scythe (18 gp)
Scimitar (15 gp)
7 Spears (14 gp)
Quarterstaff (so cheap that it’s free)
Light Wooden Quickdraw Shield (53 gp)
Healer’s Kit (50 gp)
Grappling Hook (1 gp)
Astrolabe (100 gp)
100 ft. of Hemp rope (2 gp)
Whetstone (1 gp)
46 gp remaining
I would like to apply as a human ranger.
Will update when I am home from work :)
Dotting. Will read through the Player's Guide before I offer any ideas. Depending on work tomorrow, 7 pm at latest if still open.
Just a post to show I'm still watching and awaiting the DM's choosing of players/characters. (^_^)
Very best wishes and luck to all!
For my own thinking on it, I put together a list of who has proposed what, so I thought I'd share it:
Sunny – aquatic elf barbarian/magus
Haterivet – human monk
Lou Kasuri – human monk
Gorag – aasimar alchemist
Nicat – human rogue
Hideo – human samurai
Zeema – Oread menhir savant druid
Ptolmaeus – tiefling warrior
Black Thom – human ronin-summoner
TrueRepentance - human ranger
Apologies if I missed or misconstrued anyone - some of these were based on a completed alias and some just on a brief description of an idea.
And hello to you, Lou! Have you managed to ask out Ameiko yet?
@Finkmilkana:Do you want a fully detailed alias, down to AC and how many pieces of colored chalk I've got, or is concept and general crunch sufficient?
A small excited Gnome walks up and starts talking very quickly, An adventuring party you say? Well sign me up! I know anything, er well, everything! If you need to know it, just ask! Go ahead and ask! My name? Well that's an easy one: Panhorn Strifelaugher! See, I told you I know everything! Ameiko can vouch for me. She is SOOO great! Someday, I'll be as great as she is! What were we talking about? Oh, yeah, adventuring! I love adventuring! I can talk to all kinds of people and creatures, and my stories will really pass the time on long trips. Plus, I know a bunch of stuff! What, I already said that? What about 'The History of Sandpoint'? Have you heard that one yet? Well... The small Gnome trails off into a long story as most people stop listening to him.
Male Gnome Archivist Bard with the gift of tongues racial trait. Knowledge and language specialist.
So I'll be using the 25pt buy
Updated list
Current players:
Cerana - elf wizard
Gorag - aasimar alchemist
Applicants:
Sunny – aquatic elf barbarian/magus
Haterivet – human monk
Lou Kasuri – human monk
Nicat – human rogue
Hideo – human samurai
Zeema – Oread menhir savant druid
Ptolmaeus – tiefling warrior
Black Thom – human ronin-summoner
TrueRepentance - human ranger
Panhorn - gnome archivist bard & chatterer
Standard caveat: if I goofed, let me know.
Cerana here just dropping in. I've updated my character build for the game. The character background is the old one at the moment, it will be changed by the end of today (when I get back from work basically).
I was perusing through the 'Feint' and 'Sap' rules and, while I am quite understanding as to be being mistaken, it would appear that upon Feinting successfully - Then it would appear that 'Sap Adept' actually works! With the wording being in relation to the target being denied their DEX modifier, which feinting removes. (^_^)
it is only the higher level "Sap Master" that requires said target to be completely flat footed. (^_^)
So...the alternate Suny is a viable 'martial artist' style of fighter, after all. At least as far as gaining additional, blunt weapon damage.
After perusing the "Unarmed Fighter' Fighter variant, I see a lot of potential for this archetype adding more to said build than actually going with Monk. Still, something to think upon. (^_^)
Very much cheers to all! (^_^)
