I need to rework a few things but this particular toon fits the feel I'd like to contribute to the endeavor.
background:
Raised as an orphan, the young girl frequently fought her pyro tendencies while learning to be a scribe in a bookshop. Did I say numerous and frequent temptations? While her peri-blooded background often boiled under the surface, it generally displayed as a warm personality. Maybe a little quick to trust, a little naive, and a quick study.
One benefit of working in a bookshop is the limitless access to reading materials. Learning the secrets of the arcane was a lengthy process, but her long childhood gave her plenty of time to stumble through the basics.
Several of the books she had read were first hand accounts of the Great War. Often in the evening Cyniq would lay in bed staring at the stars idly rubbing the callouses on her hands from endless hours of scribing letters and copying manuscripts. She felt drawn to a higher purpose, that her life was meant to be more than just a bookbinder. On her off days while she wandered the markets of Spero she would feel a yearning, a directionless pull on her very bones, but without direction she could only wonder.
Today had been one of her worst. First a bookshelf had collapsed, nearly burying her under ancient tax treatises. Later while walking along the city wall a stone had fallen free and nearly crushed her. Just outside the farmer's market a wagoner lost control and his wagon had just missed running her over. In her haste she had fallen into a pool of muddy water. Stumbling out she had grabbed at a post, accidentally tearing a posting off the post in the process.
With water dripping from her bangs she spread the paper out and looked at the advertisement. Repent! For the end draws near! Repent and save your soul. This advertisement approved by the Order of the New Dawn.
As she read the endorsement she felt a direction for that yearning she had lived with, this was her calling, to join this Order.
With a quick casting of a cantrip, the mud and water was cleaned from her outfit as she hurried to sign up as a disciple of the Order of the New Dawn.
crunchy bits:
I'll work on revamping the toon. Change her ability scores, boost her up a couple levels.
Peri-blooded aasimar with scion of humanity trait (no disguise needed to pass as human) wizard.
Take a look at the background on this wizard. She was in another game that went belly up and never leveled. She'll need a few minor edits but should otherwise be able to drop right in.
Well color me interested. A wizard with noble visions of grandeur? A benevolent dictator for life? I play nice with others, really I do. That's why I like the enchantment spells.
Waking from Dovak's alarm, Cyniq stiffles a yawn before rolling out of the hammock. What's going on? Watching in alarm as he don's his armor, she decides to don hers, casting mage armor.
Somehow I just can't picture you at a loss for words. Cyniq smiles before walking to the bow of the boat to take in the fresh air and watch the ship plow through the waves.
I did, father raised me, never knew my mother. Took my studies at the Stone of Seers. And I work for a merchant, mostly just scribing and stuff. I was saving up to take a trip to Korvosa when this opportunity landed in my lap. But I couldn't afford to live here, its really expensive. Cyniq gives Dovak a warm smile, what about you?
I prefer a bit more spice, seems a little bland. Picking through the meal, she spears a small bit of some exotic vegetable and munches on it, you know, this was my first time outside of Magnimar?
Cyniq sits down next to Zirt and Dovak, you know, I was scribe, newly graduated as a journeyman mage when I thought I had found an opportunity at adventure.
Waving at Kreig, bottle of mead, if you have it.
Pulling out Parieth's journal, she spreads it in front of her, I have a feeling our adventures aren't over. I happen to like living in Magnimar, and having this kind of influence rooted doesn't sound good. Nodding to Jaraim, he doesn't seem like those other Pathfinders, maybe we just ran into a bad group. I had heard that there is a place in Magnimar that has some, maybe they would be interested in this information.
Nudging Zirt with an elbow, Cyniq whispers, that cute one over there has been eyeing you for the last ten minutes, the one with purple hair.
What about you Dovak? I know a shop in Magnimar where we can get good prices on these books.
Cyniq would be interested int eh spellbook and any other books found laying about, though she will share with her companions. She is a budding scribe after all.
I'll be happy to get back to Magnimar. but do you think we could do a little shopping in Absalom first?
It's a cheerful morning in Magnimar. The breeze is light and airy coming off the ocean with promise of a pleasant day. You find yourself in the Bazaar of Sails. Your destination is before you. Two dusty windows flank the entry of the shop. The light inside is somewhat dim but you can make out several rows of shelves.
The sign over the door is written in several languages, though none are common. The name of the establishment is Burgstem's Assorted Acedemicals in Varisian, Kelish and Thassilonian.
Pushing though the door brings you into a small book shop. The front of the store is lined with several shelves tables, crates, all stacked with various books, scrolls, and parchments. The rich smell of paper and ink fills the air. Behind a counter stands an elderly human male with a monocle in one eye while he stares down at an open text before him while making notes on a pad.
The soft peal of gnomish laughter draws your attention to one side where you see two young women and one man, the smaller the source of the laughter as she converses with her companions. The other young woman is tall for human women, with long flowing red hair. She seems to be telling some story but the language keeps jumping between several languages. The young man has the tell tale markings of an Aasimar as he leans back against the wall chatting with his companions.
Your whip should be -3 I think, since I don't see a proficiency. Otherwise it looks good to me.
Quiahar Chrilos:
The others can pitch in, but I don't see Aasimar as a racial group. You may have been raised by an Aasimar, but not by Aasimar. I am not aware of a village of Aasimar, but of individual Aasimar living amongst other races. Your parent's were a celestial and (most likly) a human. Aasimar do not have Aasimar children. The GM may choose to adjust this.
Your background is light on how and why you got from the Dragon Empires to Magnimar. That is quite a journey in itself.
The adopted trait does give another race trait, therefore you are down one trait. I see the feats Additional Traits, and Weapon Finesse, one of which was replaced by Far Traveler. I do not see a proficiency with nine section whips (pending correction of the aforementioned feat issue). While you may use them with flurry of blows as a monk weapon, proficiency is not also conveyed.
Zora Julija Narcisa:
Being mute is certainly going to be interesting, and the slower pace of a pbp will hopefully lend you the time to describe how your character is communicating. I don't really like the no background because she is a telepathic mute. Keep in mind that background is for the player to know how the character is going to be acting, and to provide hooks for the GM.
Since the baddies are still close to each other, the grease goes off this round, and Cyniq will move a few feet to the left to keep space between her and anyone else (2 squares).
thought a summon spell took a full round, shouldn't the rat have appeared the beginning of the next round? Did she figure out what the ritual circle was for? It has a significant impact on her next action.
These puppets are no fun any more. We can use them for kindling! she states as she defensively moves to assist another, she'll try to slide around one of the puppets if she can, while she slashes at the mannequin in front of her.
Puppets of Doom! That sounds like a good name for this chapter. Cyniq takes a step north and then lets loose a magic missile at the one that attacked her.
"Interesting that the clothes are not stone." Cyniq casts detect magic and stats looking around the garden with Zirt, thought she is checking for something other than animals.
