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Name:Rumi
Ancestry:Catfolk
Heritage:Clawed Catfolk
1st level ancestry feat: Cat's Luck
Background: Charlatan
Class: Champion
Cause: Liberation
Deity/Deific Weapon:Bastet/Claws
Free Archetype: Probably Cleric
Description: Rumi is sleek and dark-furred, although patterns of black stripes and spots can be seen on his coal-grey fur on close inspection. His eyes are wide with golden pupils. From his years impersonating nobility, he habitually keeps himself carefully groomed and dressed, and sports several gold hoop earrings in each ear. He carries himself erect and proudly, and always looks whoever he's talking to squarely in the eye (nobody can outstare a cat, after all), a trick he learned to gain his target's trust back when he was scamming well-to-do merchants and minor nobles. However, his eyes light up when he sees valuable-looking and especially rare objects, which he will compulsively handle and often pocket despite himself and his new calling as a holy warrior of Bastet, to whom he is currently obsessively devoted. He has taught himself to speak common in an elegant manner, but is still working on avoiding purring lightly when content.
Background: To people in human-dominated lands, the catfolk are an inscrutable mystery, a fact that Rumi took advantage of every chance he got. Or rather, a fact he exploited to take advantage of well-to-do humans. With expertly-forged letters of introduction from the fictional "Panther King", a refined accent, and impeccable clothing, the feline trickster-“prince” earned a place at many a wealthy table. No harm was ever done, he was sure, since all the gifts he made off with were freely given by his hosts...well most of the gifts. Some were just improperly secured and absent-mindedly procured. And he never scammed those who could not afford it. With his earnings, he found passage across many fascinating parts of the land, which he was determined to see from one end to the other. And so he would have, were it not for an unexpected divine intervention. His exploits caught the attention of Bastet, the trickster goddess of the cats, who visited him in a dream and placed a geas on him: turn his abilities from thievery to the liberation of the oppressed (especially cats, but people too) or all his endeavors would be cursed. Now he is the outgoing and loyal, if extremely reluctant, champion of his goddess. Driven by his inescapable destiny, his travels brought him to Breachill's Call for Heroes. And hopefully a little light work rescuing cats from trees. Nothing too dangerous.