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146 posts. Alias of Kittenmancer.




Paladin of Sarenrae 1/Oracle of Life 2 | HP 27/27 | AC 19/13/16 | F +4, R +3, W +5 | CMB +1, CMD 14 | Scimitar +2 (1d6) | Longbow +5 (1d8) | Init -1 | Perception -1 (Deaf)







About Damian Catus

Damian Catus
Damian Catus
Male human (Taldan) oracle 2/paladin 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 42)
LG Medium humanoid (human)
Init -1; Senses Perception -1
AC 19, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (+6 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 27 (3 HD; 2d8+1d10+7)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +5; +1 trait bonus vs. mind-affecting effects, +2 vs. death
Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee scimitar +2 (1d6/18-20)
Ranged longbow +5 (1d8/×3)
Special Attacks channel positive energy 4/day (DC 14, 1d6), smite evil 1/day (+3 attack and AC, +1 damage)
Paladin Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +4)
. . At will—detect evil
Oracle Spells Known (CL 2nd; concentration +5)
. . 1st (5/day)—bless, cure light wounds, detect undead, protection from evil
. . 0 (at will)—enhanced diplomacy, guidance, light, sign of the dawnflower, stabilize
. . Mystery Life
Str 10, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 16
Base Atk +2; CMB +2; CMD 15
Feats Deadly Aim, Ferocious Loyalty, Fey Foundling[ISWG], Point-Blank Shot, Selective Channeling, Silent Spell, Unforgotten
Traits envoy of healing, the optimist
Skills Acrobatics +0 (-4 to jump), Craft (bows) +5, Diplomacy +9, Handle Animal +8, Heal +3, Knowledge (history) +4, Knowledge (nature) +5, Knowledge (planes) +5, Knowledge (religion) +6, Linguistics +2, Profession (clerk) +3, Sense Motive +3
Languages Celestial, Common, Sakvroth
SQ oracle's curse (deaf), revelation (channel)
Other Gear breastplate, arrows (20), longbow, scimitar, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, bowyer tools, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), holy text (Sarenrae)[UE], mess kit[UE], soap, torch (5), trail rations (5), waterskin, wooden holy symbol of Sarenrae, 18 gp, 9 sp
Special Abilities
Deadly Aim -1/+2 Trade a penalty to ranged attacks for a bonus to ranged damage.
Deaf Fail sound-based Perception, -4 opposed Perception. All spells have Silent Spell for free.
Detect Evil (At will) (Sp) You can use detect evil at will (as the spell).
Ferocious Loyalty +1 morale bonus vs. foe threatened by ally with this feat.
Fey Foundling Magical healing works better on you
Oracle Channel Positive Energy 1d6 (4/day, DC 14) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead; negative has the reverse effect.
Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Selective Channeling Exclude targets from the area of your Channel Energy.
Silent Spell Cast a spell with no verbal components. +1 Level.
Smite Evil (1/day) (Su) +3 to hit, +1 to damage, +3 deflection bonus to AC when used.
Unforgotten Reduce any nonlethal damage you take by 1 point, to a minimum of 1 point.

People had always looked askance at Damian. Well, always... only since his birth. Which, for him, was forever ago.

If birth was even what had happened. How could you tell, pray? Infant girl found in the Fangwood, her screams fit to wake the dead, and not quieting one bit when shushed, or cooed at, or spoken to. True, they figured later that she was deaf, but still. The Sarenite monk who'd found her couldn't raise her at the monastery, so he found someone in Roslar's Coffer to take the babe - a simple minded, deaf and mute woman with three children of her own. The foster mother taught the girl how to speak with hand signs, and gave her a name - Lori.

Lori grew up to be quite a beauty, but most of the locals were too spooked by her mysterious origins and unusual upbringing to take her as a wife. Most, but not all. Dragoslav, a Varisian trader who had settled in Roslar's Coffer some years back, was a bit more open-minded. Almost three times Lori's age, childless and a widower, he was finding it rather lonely on his flax farm, with nothing but the barn cats for company. They got married just as Lori turned eighteen, and although the townsfolk were convinced it was simply a union of convenience, love did blossom between the two of them. Dragoslav was a kind and gentle soul, patient and accepting of Lori's oddities. They were blessed with twins less than a year after their wedding, and Lori dedicated herself to raising them and to taking care of the household. They tried for more children afterwards, but suffered nothing but stillbirths and miscarriages, as if Lori's womb had been spent in bringing the twins to life. Their heartache was eased by Ruxanda and Sorin, who were growing up a rambunctious, adventurous pair. True, they required almost constant attention (or damage control, if the attention slipped), but they also brought their parents a lot of joy and laughter, and Lori and Dragoslav were rarely without a smile on their lips.

But as the twins got older, Lori's smiles were ever dwindling, until they disappeared entirely. Dragoslav was naturally very concerned, but his wife was strangely reluctant to share what ailed her. After months and months of pleading, Lori finally opened up about her troubles. She had been fighting a growing realization for years, the feeling that her body was wrong. She had tried to be happy, tried to be grateful for all that she had and all that they shared, but her efforts were failing and she was now floundering in a dark pit of despair. Dragoslav was taken aback by the confession at first, but after mulling it over for some time decided there was nothing for it but help his mate regain happiness. But the elixir was costly, very costly - so Lori sought work at the monastery, doing whatever was required, working hard day after day to earn the gold they needed.

It took them almost four years, but they raised the money, and ordered the elixir from Caliphas. Lori became Damian, much to the confusion of the townspeople, who kept asking Dragoslav where his wife was and who was that young man who was living on his farm now. Another shift occurred - after a lifetime of dutifully following the faith of Iomedae, Damian converted to the teachings of The Everlight. Not very surprising, considering the time he had spent in the Sarenite monastery, and the kindness that the Dawnflower's followers had shown him, ever since birth. Such was his devotion and his gratitude that he formally dedicated his life to Sarenrae, and began training to become one of her faithful servants, blessed by her divine power.

Then, only a few short months after Damian took his oath as a Sarenite paladin, disaster struck. He was at the monastery when the Twisted Nails raid hit, the columns of smoke visible from the compound as the orcs burned Roslar's Coffer and slaughtered its inhabitants. Caught between concern for his family and his duty, Damian chose the latter. He fought relentlessly to cover the evacuation of the monastery's acolytes, apprentices and other non-combatants. It was days until they ran into other survivors from the town, and Damian finally had news. His husband was dead. The orcs had toyed with him before delivering the killing blow, or perhaps they had tortured him. Suzana, the woman who had raised Damian, was alive, but one of her sons had been killed and the other was missing. Ruxanda and Sorin were also missing, and although Damian kept hoping that they would turn up, they never did.

The fate of the twins was still unknown when Damian and the rest of the survivors returned to Roslar's Coffer the next season, and people were muttering that they were dead by now, although Damian never gave up hope. He renounced his service to Sarenrae and started searching for them, ranging far afield in all directions, seeking any trace, any rumour, anything at all that would tell him what had happened to his children. He mourned Dragoslav as well, and the ruin of their happy life together, but he could not spare much for despondent feelings, as the drive to find the twins spurred him ever onwards. He sold what he could from what little the orcs hadn't wrecked, and took any odd job to raise the gold he needed to fund his search. The orcs had even tried to hack down the black cherry tree in the courtyard of their farm; the trunk that Ruxanda and Sorin had climbed so many times was now marred by deep axe wounds and the canopy was wilted, never again to bear the sweet-sour fruit that they had all relished only a short while ago. Rather than watch it wither and die, Damian cut it down, and fashioned a bow out of the heartwood. Vengeance was not in his nature, but the Fangwood was still a dangerous place, and he needed some measure of protection as he searched for his children.

And search he did. Year after year, never wavering in his conviction that somehow, something will turn up. He met someone new, a halfling cleric. It's not a deep relationship, not yet, as Damian at least bears wounds too deep and too fresh. But they find comfort in each other, and they support each other as best as they can, two scarred people trying to make the most of life.

Damian is in sore need of some therapy. His relentless optimism masks some very deep traumas, self-loathing and guilt of all flavours. Aside from survivor's guilt, he blames himself for many things. If only he hadn't selfishly pursued the elixir, he would have more money to finance the search for his children. If only he had ran back to Roslar's Coffer on the day of the attack, he could have defended his family. If only he had returned faster. If only. If only.

He feels very guilty for abandoning the service of Sarenrae, but at the same time guilty for doing his duty on that fateful day. He still holds to the Dawnflower's teachings, but finds it impossible at the moment to divide his energy and resources between the search for his children and service to the goddess. At the same time, he has sworn to do his utmost to prevent more suffering and death, and will uphold this at the cost of his own life, if needed. He has always had an inclination to help others, but combined with his current guilt it now borders on self-sacrifice.

On the outside, he is a kindly and cheerful person. Being deaf means that he has developed a keen eye for body language and facial expressions, and his own face is more expressive than most. He has no guile and no deception, and most people take an almost instinctive liking to him.

Damian looks older than he is, with his hair and beard gone entirely gray. He keeps himself clean, but doesn't take particular care with his appearance, as evidenced by his rather bushy beard and untrimmed hair. Not wanting to be caught unprepared, he often wears his breastplate with Sarenrae's symbol etched on the front and carries his bow with him always. His clothes mostly belonged to his dead husband, and as such are a tad too large for him.

Roslar's Coffer connections:
- Suzana, the woman who raised Damian. She's in her late 60s or early 70s now, and Damian is now helping take care of her together with her daughter. Her surviving son has been found, but has since joined the military and has been posted away from Roslar's Coffer.
- Damian's lover, Norreth Albo, a halfling priest of Sarenrae.
- Damian's mentor at the monastery, very open on who this might be - I can put this person together or it can be an existing NPC if that is an option.
- Last but not least, Dragoslav. Necromancy is bad, but Damian never got the chance to say goodbye and that eats at him. A powerful temptation for sure, should anyone offer to raise Dragoslav, or to allow Damian to contact him.

For the GM:
Plot hooks, plot hooks everywhere! What happened to Ruxanda and Sorin? If one of them (or both) is still alive, a possible reunion would be full of delicious awkwardness, as it has been 12 years since they saw each other. How do the twins feel about what happened? Do they resent Damian? Do they believe he has abandoned them? Or have they been trying as hard as he has to find a way back to their happy life together?

What happened to Dragoslav's body after the orcs left? Will Damian have to face the reanimated corpse of his husband at some point? There's a handful of other NPCs in Damian's background that can be used for plot/NPC tie-ins (his paladin mentor, the woman who raised him, her children etc.).

Mechanically/RP-wise, he already has his Oracle's curse, would be interesting to RP his branching off into that class (and his return to the paladin's path).