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That's a great thread idea! I'll answer it in the character of the Viscountess Amarantha, Elven Bard 1/Kensai 10. Observe, Report, Decapitate!
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Because Father always insisted that Pathfinders were the lowest scum Golarion had to offer. Plus, they finance my wardrobe quite adequately. Writing the occasional report is more than worth the opportunities provided.
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If you absolutely must ask, I'm Amarantha Glinterkain, and I'm completely NOT the daughter of Augustus Glinterkain, noted Diviner and arcane scholar. Who told you that?
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If given a choice, I'd endure all the horrid, horrid tortures of my family all over again if the alternative would mean leaving Taldor. I've seen the world: it's uncultured, uneducated, and intolerably covered in dirt. The savages out here believe all kinds of ridiculous things. Even if it means living under the rule of that cretin Stavian, I'd choose Taldor any day.
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(OOC) Amarantha is a young, fiery-haired elven woman with imposing cheekbones and a dancer's stride. Thin lines of bright blue flame intertwined in calligraphic arcs trace her forearm and face; in long combats or before she has a chance to take her morning powder, they appear red. When adventuring, Amarantha wears a svelte black dress whose gossamer outer layers only partially conceal what seem to be intermittent bolts of lightning inside. Even in the densest jungle or the most fetid sewer, it seems to always remain spotless, tear-free, and gorgeous. When not adventuring, she wears an astonishing variety of Oppara's finest; she uses a disconcerting amount of her adventuring gains and accumulated favors to ensure that she never wears the same outfit twice.
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Why, I believe it's readily apparent that I have a discerning eye for the finer things in life. But, I admit, the lure of the grand worlds beyond the confines of our plane has kept me adventuring for much longer than I'd have ever otherwise considered. And, despite what some of my less tactful traveling companions might say, I take absolutely no joy in the act of killing. The dancing is simply an efficient means of conserving momentum, and the "maniacal laughter" is just an unfortunate side affect of my spells' verbal components.
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Nature. If I could just burn it all to the ground and replace it with more clean, glittering cities (nothing like that Hovel of Strangers), we'd all be so much better off. And, while we're at it, I certainly wouldn't mind being rid of scorpions. Or at least their venom. I could barely walk straight the last time I met one of their ilk.
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*Voice dripping with venom* Linnae. That wanton, rag-clad b**** has crossed my path more times than I can count, and has never left me any better for it. Running around, thinking she's so attractive, completing missives from that dreaded Jacquo fellow that I'd intentionally tossed aside, being served by all those adorable little elementals... It's almost more than I can bear.
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Oh, being an elf doesn't influence my views at all! Though I might occasionally rejoice at lacking the manifold faults of the lesser races, I bear this inherent superiority with the grace expected of a lady and absolutely never rub it in the face of those short-lives.
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Fears? Why, have you even met me? What could a warrior like me possibly have to be afraid of? Name a beast, and I've slain it. Existential philosophies? Ha! I've seen the void, and I slew that too. *But after a successful Charm Person or a few strong drinks...* Do you... ever worry that we've made the wrong choice? That all those peasants living their short, meaningless lives really have something right? I mean, in between the burning and the dying and the running in terror, they seem so... happy. They should be miserable, yet they refuse to stop smiling. It's downright uncivil of them.
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My most... treasured possession? What, do you want me to have some kind of locket with of picture of a far-off love? Or a dagger that belonged to my grandfather? Ha! Those sentiments are for the weak and the mortals. I protect all of my belongings equally; that is, I'll kill you if you take a single one. Wow, that's kind of a downer to end this on, huh? Ummmmm... Glory to Sarenrae? Down with Stavian? Oh: spay and neuter your Kitsune today!