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The older Transformers were way better and for their time they were epic
I have never played or read rise of the rune lords.
I submit Jakob. Let me knkow if you have any questions. Backstory:
Jakob Alexander was born in Magnimar the city of monuments. He was born to Marga and Robza a simple couple who only wanted a child. They wanted him, prayed for him before birth, and hoped for the most for him. This was all before he was born of course. His parents were simple shop owners . His mother had an amazing way with herbs and his father could make any potion you could imagine. Whether it was healing, poison, or explosive he could mix it up and you wanted it for it's intended purpose. Together they made a life providing a service that helped others and it was a grand life for them. They were content and happy. That was until Jakob was born. He was nothing like what his parents expected and he was nothing like he should have been. Jakob was always agile of foot and quick of mind but never strong. But I am getting ahead of myself I. I should just start from the beginning and with that I mean his birth. That is when the interesting part of his existence really begins. When Jakob was born he had bronze lustrous skin and silver hair that shone in the light like polished metal. His eyes shone like emeralds polished bright and sparkling in the dimmest of light. He was a glorious sight to see a thing of beauty and of pain. The pain for his father was that he looked nothing like him. You see his parents were both pale white with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was nothing like them. To say it caused a little concern would be an understatement. Well actually his father wouldn't believe that he wasn't a bastard. In fact he took the babe and the mother to the Temple of Erastil to find the answer of his mothers infidelity. So his life started as a would be bastard but it got only weirder from there. The clerics were able to prove that he wasn't a bastard and that hhis mother wasn't unfaithful. It turns out that he is what the clerics at the local temple called an Aasamir. In essence he is supposed to be an angel on earth. His ancestory has outsider blood and he is a manifestation of that blood. His parents wanted him to enroll in the temple of Erastil to become a cleric or palladin or anything religious. They pushed him to do this for year after year but all he wanted was to do what his parents did. To do good for others through what he knew. And what he knew was what his parents knew Alchemy. He understood what his father did with the potions and the herbs were as easy to him as they were to his mother. So he studied with them keeping his secret form those around describing his differnce as a birth defect. The years passed and he watched his parents grow old, but he never seemed to age. When he turned 60 he was no older than humans that were in their 20's. He watched his parents slowly die at a ripe old age. In fact toward the end his father seemed to be able to lock anything and everything with the keys still on the wrong side of the lock. He was forced to learn to pick locks and disable other certain deterants that his father had set. He knew that they loved him and he loved them but he always felt like he never lived up to their expectations even after 70 years of his life. He is an angel who doesn't use religious means to live. He is not a cleric and he is deffinitely no palladin. But he can blow your mind and your life because he is an alchemist. Using extracts, potions, and mutageons to help others, himself, and defeat evil. He has left Magnimar since his parents died because he wanted an opportunity to make a name for himself. He is taking the opportunity to become his own person, to find himself, to make himself, and to live his life. He has settled Sandpoint to search for his meaning.
crunch stuff: Jakob Geisler Female Aasimar Alchemist 1 NG Medium Outsider (native) Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +7 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex) hp 8 (1d8) Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +1 Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 20 ft. Melee Dagger +0 (1d4/19-20/x2) and . . Dagger +0 (1d4/19-20/x2) and . . Dagger +0 (1d4/19-20/x2) and . . Dagger +0 (1d4/19-20/x2) and . . Dagger +0 (1d4/19-20/x2) and . . Dagger +0 (1d4/19-20/x2) Ranged Bomb +3 (1d6+3 Fire/x2) Special Attacks bomb 1d6+3 (6/day) (dc 13) Spell-Like Abilities Daylight (1/day) Alchemist Spells Prepared (CL 1): 1 (2/day) Cure Light Wounds, Bomber's Eye -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 10, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 12 Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12 Feats Brew Potion, Extra Bombs, Throw Anything Traits Caretaker, Scholar of the Ancients Skills Acrobatics -1 (-5 jump), Appraise +7, Climb -3, Craft (alchemy) +7 (+8 to create alchemical items), Diplomacy +3, Disable Device +3, Escape Artist -1, Fly -1, Heal +6, Knowledge (arcana) +8, Perception +7, Ride -1, Spellcraft +7, Stealth -1, Swim -3, Use Magic Device +5 Modifiers alchemy +1 Languages Celestial, Common, Draconic, Elven, Sylvan, Thassilonian SQ mutagen (dc 13) Combat Gear Acid, Alchemist's fire, Sunrod; Other Gear Studded leather armor, Dagger, Dagger, Dagger, Dagger, Dagger, Dagger, Alchemy crafting kit, Backpack (2 @ 2 lbs), Bedroll, Silk rope, Thieves' tools, 42 GP, 1 SP -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Alchemy +1 (Su) +1 to Craft (Alchemy) to create alchemical items, can Id potions by touch. Bomb 1d6+3 (6/day) (DC 13) (Su) Thrown Splash Weapon deals 1d6+3 fire damage. Damage Resistance, Acid (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Acid attacks. Damage Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Cold attacks. Damage Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Electricity attacks. Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only). Mutagen (DC 13) (Su) Mutagen adds +4 to a physical & -2 to a mental attribute, and +2 nat. armor for 10 min. Throw Anything Proficient with improvised ranged weapons. +1 to hit with thrown splash weapons. Hero Lab® and the Hero Lab logo are Registered Trademarks of LWD Technology, Inc. Free download at http://www.wolflair.com
Ahhh went with core now I can't just pluck my previous submission down. LOL Okay work up a new one.
Hey Drunk submission. wine and beer do mix at least for me tonight. Backstory:
I was born in northern Brevroy a land of misty shores and harsh hill lands. A place of snowy vistas and violet hued mountains, but I am waxing on a little too much aren't I. I was born to Margret and Robert in a small village in the north as I said before. They wanted me, prayed for me before birth, and hoped for the most for me. This was all before I was born of course. They, my parents, were simple shop owners in that small town near the Lake of Mist and Veils. My mother had an amazing way with herbs and my father could make any potion you could imagine. Whether it was healing, poison, or explosive he could mix it up and you wanted it for it's intended purpose. Together they made a life providing a service that helped others and it was a grand life for them. They were content and happy. That was until I was born. To say that I am a freak would be an understatement. I am nothing like what my parents expected and I was nothing like I should have been. I was always agile of foot and quick of mid but never strong. But I am getting ahead of myself again aren't I. I should just start from the beginning and with that I mean my birth. That is when the freakiness of my existence really begins. When I was born I had bronze lustrous skin and silver hair that shone in the light like polished metal. My eyes shone like emeralds polished bright and sparkling in the dimmest of light. I was a sight to see a thing of beauty and of pain. The pain for my father was I looked nothing like him. You see my parents were both pale white with blonde hair and blue eyes. I was nothing like them. To say it caused a little concern would be an understatement. Well actually my father wouldn't believe that I wasn't a bastard. In fact he took me and my mother to the Temple of Erastil to find the answer of my mothers infidelity. So my life started as a would be bastard but it got only a even weirder from there. The clerics were able to prove that I wasn't a bastard and that my mother wasn't unfaithful. It turns out that I am what the clerics at the local temple called an Aasamir. In essence I am supposed to be an angel on earth. My ancestory has outsider blood and I am a manifestation of that blood now after all this time. What that meant for my village was I was some sort of good omen for the village. Everyone wanted to touch me to help their ills, or have me hold their children so they could be healed, or bless their crops. I wasn't a cleric or some sort of oracle but that didn't matter I was an angel on earth. It only got freakier when I actually healed a child who fell from a barn. The wounds were fatal but the mother insisted I could heal the child. I tried to tell her that I was not a cleric but she insisted that I hold the child. I wept for the little girl and her family and as my tears fell upon the girls her wounds started to heal. I did nothing but me being be somehow healed the child. It isn't something I can control but when there is pain and I am moved by that suffering my tears can heal. Because of this my parents wanted me to enroll in the temple of Erastil to become a cleric or palladin or anything religious. They pushed me to do this for year after year but all I wanted was to do what my parents did. To do good for others through what I know. And what I know is what my parents knew Alchemy. I understood what my father did with the potions and the herbs were as easy to me as they were to my mother. I never went to the temple though my parents never let it go. Though I stopped letting the other villagers treat me like some sort of a good luck charm. Though I always helped where I could. The years passed and I watched my parents grow old, but I never seemed to age. When I turned 60 I was no older than humans that were in their 20's. I watched my parents slowly die at a ripe old age. In fact toward the end my father seemed to be able to lock anything and everything with the keys still on the wrong side of the lock. I was forced to learn to pick locks and disable other certain deterants that my father had set. I know that they loved me and I loved them but I always felt like I never lived up to their expectations even after 70 years of my life. So yes, I am a freak always was always will be. I am an angel who doesn't use religious means to live. I am not a cleric and I am deffinitely no palladin. But I can blow your mind and your life because I am an alchemist. I use extracts, potions, and mutageons to help others, myself, and defeat evil. I have now left my village since my parents are dead because I heard of an opportunity to make a name for myself. I am taking that opportunity to become my own person, to find myself, to make myself, and to live my life. I will settle the unsettled land and become more than a freak. I will become human.
crunch stuff: HP 9 Initiative 5 AC 17 (armor chain shirt 4 dexterity 3) Melee attack -1 Ranged +3 CMB -1 CMD 12 Weapons
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dotting for interest. quick concept Aasimar Alchemist trying to earn his way. Will work on crunch and backstory tonight and tomorrow. |