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13 posts. Alias of Cuàn.


Race

Skinwalker (Bloodmarked)

Classes/Levels

Unchained Rogue (Phantom Thief/Relic Raider) 1

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Alignment

Neutral Good

Deity

Kelinahat

Strength 10
Dexterity 16
Constitution 14
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 11
Charisma 14

About Haval Tsarini

Haval Tsarini
Male Skinwalker (Bloodmarked) Unchained Rogue (Phantom Thief/Relic Raider) 1
NG Medium Humanoid (Shapechanger, Skinwalker)
Init +4; Senses Low-Light Vision; Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 Dex, +4 Armor)
hp 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee
Ranged
Special Attacks
Spell-like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +1)
1/day - Obscuring Mist

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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 11, Cha 14
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 13
Feats Weapon Finesse
Traits Chance Savior
Skills
Languages
SQ Finesse Training
Other Gear
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Tracked Resources
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Special Abilities
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Background:
Haval was born above the streets of the great city of Caliphas. While most of his kin were born to normal. human parents that carried the taint of lycanthropy somewhere within their ancestry his parents were both Bloodmarked, like him. Part of a small family group of others like him he grew up knowing what he was. Therefore his first transformation didn't come as a shock during puberty but as the result of eager attempts at the tender age of 9.
The downside of getting to that stage so early was, as he soon found out, that he was then considered enough of an adult to take part in the clan's family business. Due to his still small stature this meant he was to creep into the narrow crevasses and tight spots the others could not reach. All in the name of family's quest to "liberate" ancient relics and other paraphernalia from their eternal resting place and then sell them to the highest bidder. They sold to many different organisations and peoples, from temples to secret societies to criminals but as he was still to young to join the negotiations all Haval heard were rumours.

Years went by without too much trouble. As Haval grew his place in reaching the small spots was taken over by his younger cousin and he started to become a regular member of the family, though still not old enough to do the sales. It was this half way position that saved his life.

Haval was 15 years old when the family received a special request. Some wealthy client desired a specific relic from an abandoned temple somewhere north of Caliphas. The reward would be higher than what they'd normally get for such a job so they eagerly accepted. It ended up being more than they bargained for.
The first to fall was Haval's young cousin. She managed to grab the thing they were after but by the time she got it to the others whatever was contained within the object had eaten away at her flesh and soul and she perished the moment she reached the family. The same faith befell her mother as she tried to save what was left of her child and shoved aside the idol to reach her. The next to touch the idol used several layers of cloth and leather to wrap the thing in before holding it. This seemed to contain the curse.

By the time they had reached Caliphas the cloth had proven to not be enough. It slowed down the spread but the one who picked the thing up and carried it was slowly succumbing to the curse. They were all eager to meet the buyers and be rid of it but they also wanted compensation. Whatever it was had costed them three members of their family and now the reward seemed meagre. No one of the family returned from the talks. All Haval saw were several strange individuals carrying the idol while fresh blood stained their faces.

Now Haval was alone on the unfriendly streets of Caliphas. Afraid that whatever killed his family would come for him to he fled north. For safety he tagged along with Varisian travellers as they moved about the countryside but after a few months he could do nothing but run again, afraid that whatever he believed hunted him would come for those poor people as well.

It was far to the north, a few miles away from the city of Lepidstadt, that Haval encountered what looked like an older gentleman in serious trouble. Some oversized crustacean had come up from the nearby river and was now trying to drag the man with it back to the water. Having had so many people die on him that he could not save he couldn't help but lend a hand to the old man. He rushed over, thrusting his blade into the creature's softer parts. Only after the thing had fallen to the floor did Haval realise he had shifted. It was fantastic to feel whole again after hiding for so long but it wasn't good to show yourself to outsiders. The old man seemed completely unfazed though. He introduced himself as Professor Lorrimor and thank Haval for his timely intervention. The man even made a point of ignoring it when Haval shifted back to his human form. Instead he invited Haval to come for tea at his study at the University of Lepidstadt.

For several years after Haval worked as assistant groundskeeper at the University and when Lorrimor returned from his trips they'd have tea and talk. Recently Haval was forced out though. A student had somehow discovered what he was and he could do nothing but flee, afraid of what they'd do to him and afraid that the thing that killed his family would find him. He ended up several miles south in a small town where he made his living working at the local inn.

The letter he received was the first thing he had heard from the Professor since he had left the University but where he expected joyous news of some new discovery he only found sorrow.