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98 posts. Alias of Patrick McDade.


Full Name

Father Paidraig FitzHugh

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Aris 1/Cleric (Evangilist) 1; Init +2; Perc +8; HP 13/13; F +2 (+3 Poison Drugs)/R+0/W +7(+8 vs Mind Affect)

Gender

Male

Size

6' 1"

Age

43

Special Abilities

Aura (good); Luck; Sspontaneous Casting (Evangelist)

Alignment

NG

Deity

Catholic Trinity (plus Mary)

Location

London

Languages

Common, Latin and Gaelic

Occupation

Priest

Homepage URL

Channel 6/6 Performances 7/7

Strength 10
Dexterity 10
Constitution 10
Intelligence 13
Wisdom 16
Charisma 16

About Father Paidraig

Father Paidraig
AL: NG
Size: Medium Humanoid (human)
Init +2; Perception +7
Speed 30 ft.
hp 13 (2d8)

Defense:
AC 10, touch 10, flat-footed 10
CMD 10
Fort +2 (+1 trait bonus vs. drugs or poisons), Ref +0, Will +7 (+1 trait bonus vs. mind-affecting effects)

Offense:
Melee Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/x2)
CMB = 0

Spells:
Cleric (Evangelist) Spells Prepared (CL 1):
1 (2/day) Bless Water (DC 13), Bless, True Strike
0 (at will) Purify Food and Drink (DC 12), Guidance, Light

Feats:
Lingering Performance, Selective Channeling

Traits:
Reactionary: +2 trait bonus on Initiative checks., Secret Revolutionary (Irish): +1 to Will saves vs. mind-affecting effects, and on Fort saves vs. drugs and poisons.

Skills:
Diplomacy +8, Heal +7, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (religion) +6, Perception +8, Perform (oratory) +8, Sense Motive +7

Gear:
Holy water; Other Gear Quarterstaff, Belt pouch (2 @ 1 lbs), Silver Hip Flask (Whiskey) emblazoned with a Crucifix, Silver Rosary, Silver Crucifix.

Special Abilities:
SQ Aura (Ex) The Cleric has an aura corresponding to his deity's alignment.

Cleric (Evangelist) Domain (Luck) Granted Powers: You are infused with luck, and your mere presence can spread good fortune.

Channel Positive Energy 6 times per day (1d6) DC 13.

Bit of Luck (5/5 per day)(Sp) Target takes the higher of 2d20 for a d20 roll.

Public Speaker (-4 dc to hear)

Sermonic Performance 7 rounds per day:
Counterspell (Su) Counter magical effects that depend on sound.
Fascinate (DC 13) (Su) One or more creatures becomes fascinated with you.
Inspire Courage (Su) +1 morale bonus on some saving throws, attack and damage rolls.

Lingering Performance Performance effect lasts two rounds after singing, unless interrupted by new performance.

Selective Channeling Exclude targets from the area of your Channel Energy.

Spontaneous Casting 1) Command; 2) Enthrall; 3) tongues; 4) suggestion; 5) greater command; 6) geas/quest; 7) mass suggestion; 8) sympathy; 9) demand.

Background:

My name is Paidraig FitzHugh, and I know there is a God, and he is watching.

For years I spoke for the Irish Republicans in London, representing the Irish on the street, to the papers, to whoever wished to hear. Charisma… that's what they said I had. The people loved me, the women loved me, and the message as I told it was of noble freedom fighters who would die for their religion and country. That was more than twenty years ago, and God explained to me how wrong I was.

I was religious as a lad, a good Catholic - communion, confirmation, all that. My prayers back then were more about getting to see what was under Molly Murphy's plaid than any true religion, but I believed in God, Jesus - the body and blood. I knew that the English way was blasphemy and that the Catholic Church and a free Ireland were worth fighting and dying for… were worth killing for. That was more than thirty years ago, and God explained to me how wrong I was.

He explained it to me not with words, but with what happened. Talking stopped being enough for my mates and me as we got involved with the Fenians. We were ready for what was called "direct action." To the Fenians action was talking, and I'd had my fill of that. I wanted to be able to say that I did something about it, and so I met Sean O'Mallory and his boys to do something about it. We were to kill a Lord of Parliament, with a bomb because that was our way. The bomb was black powder, American - the best. We filled a football with the stuff, with small spheres of steel along the leather to blow outward at every angle. We could level a city block with it and there was no way that his lordship was going to get away from that one.

When the day came to set the bomb, I met up with Sean and his mates - I was to talk our way onto his lordship's estate and from there they boys were posing as my camera crew and were to plant the bomb. The plan was working like a dream, until they came back early from the cricket pitch… the wife and the two young boys. The bomb was set to blow…
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No! Its not supposed to be like this…. They've got to get out! Paidraig runs over to the minster's wife and tries to explain that they have to leave the premises due to a newspaper engagement. "Sorry Ma'am, there is an interview going on for your husband and all, can you take the boys back in the carriage for just a short while? Just once around the block should do it."
The football comes rolling up the drive, just like it's supposed to. Dear God, no! Not like this! Paidraig grabs up the football and turns his back on the Lady and the boys, gripping the ball to his chest hoping that his body will reflect them from the blast. Sean and his crew come running towards him yelling at him to throw the ball and run. Paidrig hangs onto the ball and runs toward Sean and starts reciting, "Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of god …"
ROAR
FLASH
SILENCE… silence.
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I woke up in the hospital the next day. Bobbies outside the door and I thought I knew what it meant, but they were just keeping the press away. I had trouble seeing and couldn't hear for days, but I made out the Times headline: Irish Republican Activist Saves Family of Minister. Ten fingers, aside from powder burns, barely hurt despite the black powder and the ball-bearings. Somehow, the blast had focused outward - tearing Sean O'Mallory and his boys to dog gristle. His lordship's family was fine, and I was unscratched and a true hero according to the paper. A true hero. I'd just tried to kill a man and almost killed his family. But for the Grace of God, I'd be dead as well as the lady and the boys. The Grace of God.

I couldn't handle the notoriety and fame that I didn't deserve. I snuck out of the Hospital and made my way to Westminster Catherdral. The priest there heard my confession face-to-face. He'd read the papers and knew who I was from the political pages already. I explained to him that it was a miracle, it was the Hand of God that saved the lady and the boys… saved me as little as I deserved it. He said I was the conduit of God's Will - like a saint I guess. I asked him to help me, hide me, take me in. And the Church did. For eight years I was a monk, than an acolyte and eventually ordained. I grew out a full beard and with my hair turning grey, there was little chance that anyone would guess that Father Paidraig was Paidraig FitzHugh.

Once I left the abbey, I began to preach among the Irish in London, the Packies, the Indians, the slums. While I've never had a miracle again, I know that my voice that once rose up in hatred against a perceived oppression now merely lifts up those who need it. The darkest corners of society is where I travel now, the Parkies know me, the Packies, Indians, the Irish... I carry my walking-stick, an old-school sheilieliegh, in case the rough parts get rough, but they that I am there to help now… I try to do God’s work now, because if he didn’t raise his hand and save me, the lady and her boys... I know there is a God, Heaven and Hell. I know that Mother Mary looked over me – allowed me to be the conduit of the Holy Ghost. Now I strive to channel that spirit again, through charity and the Word. I know I am here because Darkness can come again, and God, Mary, and the Holy Ghost preserved me for a purpose and I will serve until they see fit that I fulfill it.

Description:

Always seen wearing his blacks and collar and often fingering a silver rosary, Father Paidraig is gracefully entering middle age. He hair is prematurely white leading him to look more distinguished than he may deserve, and his once robust physique is now slightly more paunch than power. The preacher's voice however contains all the power that it did in his youth, whether used in personal persuasion or preaching from the pulpit. Despite his easy smile and friendly manner, at times a haunted look can be seen in his piercing blue eyes...