Darshanti
Male Neutral Human Cryptic, Level 1, Init 4, HP 11/11, Speed 30 ft
AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, CMD 12, Fort 2, Ref 4, Will 3, CMB 0, Base Attack Bonus 0 /3
Disrupt Pattern +3 (1d6+5, x2)
Dagger +0 (1d4, 19-20/x2)
Leather Armor (+2 Armor, +2 Dex)
Abilities Str 11, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 13, Cha 8
Condition None
Description:
Darshanti wears flowing wrappings of yellow and blue that are sleeveless, white trousers and black slippers. Instead of of the baggier type of outfit that worn in Qadira, his is less obscuring and heavy, exposing his tanned well developed arms, slight puffed out chest and some of his fine brown leather armor in addition to his hands that have their ends are trimmed. It also allows a clear view of his appendages, most which are balanced in proportion except his long legs. When viewed close up, he is not as large as the men in Ulfen but was more well-toned and taller than his Qadiran peers. With his serene moon-shaped face that matches the color of his arms, bald head, unwrinkled clothing and almost lidded eyes, he looks very much like a monk. Yet, the quarterstaff he carries and the sheathe that he sheathe his rapier in beside the belt that holds his upper clothing and bottoms together dissuades that notion.
Personality:
A man of a few words, Darshanti only speaks when it matters, to get his point across or when he wants to albeit not in common. When he speaks, his sentences are either incomplete or short. Most of his time is spent in quiet contemplation and observation in which he will respond in body language if converse with. A knowledge seeker, he has the innate curiosity, drive and obsession to study his surroundings and gain new information somewhat showing his absent mindedness and a short attention span. In social situations, he is awkward but approachable.
Background:
He saw them.
Streams that break apart into constituents that make up the very energies of the world.
Streams that held the remnants of the past.
Streams of the transient that come and depart.
He saw them all. Interwove into designs of intricate beauty that he could not describe in words nor understand. That's the quandary that Darshanti faced from the moment of his birth. Everyone would not believe his story of what he saw. Being a member of a famous merchant family has its perks. They are connected to every major hub that existed in Golarion and some notable figures. While he had the privilege, Darshanti used his connections to find out the truth about his vision. He consulted the monks of Irori, Varisian tattooists and retired worldly adventurers but to no avail. It was then he decided he would find the answers himself.
He absorbed every word that wafted through the air and read every book that he could get his hands on. When these amount to nothing, Darshanti took to the road. He would eventually discovered the ability to influence what he saw when he was attacked by a group of greensting scorpions as he was about to depart the sands of his homeland, Qadira, with an entourage. A puzzle solved but still many to decipher, he decided to learn through experience rather than by the books as he travels the land. When an opportunity presented itself in the form of a desperate summon from a mayor in Saringallow, he responded in kind.
