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Male Tiefling (Hungerseed) Blood Conduit Crossblooded Bloodrager (Destined/Abyssal) 2/Sacred Fist Warpriest of Asmodeus 2 (Gestalt)
LE Medium Outsider (Native)
Init +1; Senses Darkvision 60 feet; Perception +6
Aura Aura of Evil
Base Atk +2;CMB +7 (Grapple +9); CMD 20
Languages: Common, Infernal
Favored Class: Bloodrager

AC 14, touch 13, flat-footed 13; (+1 DEX, Sacred Fist AC Bonus- Wisdom to AC. Scaled Skin:+1 Natural Armor)
hp 12 (1d10+2 CON)
Fort 6 (+2 CON, +3 Base, +1 Trait), Ref 1 (+1 Dex), Will 4 (+2 WIS, +3 Base, -2 Crossblooded Archtype, +1 Trait)
Defensive Abilities Fire Resistance 5 (Scaled Skin)

Spd 30 ft.
Melee Unarmed +6 (1d6+5), Flurry of Blows +5/+5 (1d6+5)

Improved Unarmed Strike (Sacred Fist), Improved Grapple (Blood Conduit), Extra Rage (F1)

High Treason (+1 to Will Saves), Resilient (+1 to Fortitude Saves)

Acrobatics +6, Climb +9, Intimidate +7, Perception +7 Profession (Soldier) +6, Sense Motive +7

Bloodrage 14 rounds/Day (6 base,+2 Con, +6 Feat)
+4 STR, +4 CON,+2 Temp HP, -2 AC

Bloodrage Powers:
Destined Strike (Su)
At 1st level, as a free action up to three times per day you can grant yourself an insight bonus equal to 1/2 your bloodrager level (minimum 1) on one melee attack. At 12th level, you can use this ability up to five times per day.

Fervor 3/day (Warpriest)
At 2nd level, a warpriest can draw upon the power of his faith to heal wounds or harm foes. He can also use this ability to quickly cast spells that aid in his struggles. This ability can be used a number of times per day equal to 1/2 his warpriest level + his Wisdom modifier. By expending one use of this ability, a good warpriest (or one who worships a good deity) can touch a creature to heal it of 1d6 points of damage, plus an additional 1d6 points of damage for every 3 warpriest levels he possesses above 2nd (to a maximum of 7d6 at 20th level). Using this ability is a standard action (unless the warpriest targets himself, in which case it's a swift action). Alternatively, the warpriest can use this ability to harm an undead creature, dealing the same amount of damage he would otherwise heal with a melee touch attack. Using fervor in this way is a standard action that provokes an attack of opportunity. Undead do not receive a saving throw against this damage. This counts as positive energy.

An evil warpriest (or one who worships an evil deity) can use this ability to instead deal damage to living creatures with a melee touch attack and heal undead creatures with a touch. This counts as negative energy.

Blessings 4/day (Warpriest)
Evil Blessing
Unholy Strike (minor): At 1st level, you can touch one weapon and give it an evil blessing. For 1 minute, this weapon takes on a black, orange, or violet cast and deals an additional 1d6 points of damage against good creatures. During this time, it's treated as evil for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction. This additional damage doesn't stack with the additional damage from the unholy weapon special ability.

Trickery Blessing
Double (minor): At 1st level, as a move action you can create an illusory double of yourself. This double functions as a single mirror image, and lasts for a number of rounds equal to your warpriest level, or until the illusory duplicate is dispelled or destroyed. You can have no more than one double at a time. This ability doesn't stack with the additional damage from the mirror image spell.

0-level 4
Guidance
Spark
Enhanced Diplomacy

1st Level 2/day
Shield of Faith
Infernal Healing

Skilled: +2 Disguise, Intimidate
Scaled Skin: The skin of these tieflings provides some energy resistance, but is also as hard as armor. Choose one of the following energy types: cold, electricity, or fire. A tiefling with this trait gains resistance 5 in the chosen energy type and also gains a +1 natural armor bonus to AC. This racial trait replaces fiendish resistance.
Spell-Like Abilities Alter Self 1/day (Racial Trait)

Kaath stands at 6' 4". Since his transformation, his skin has grown thick and hard, almost brick-like, while his teeth have fallen out and grown sharp and jagged. His ears, remnants of his half-elf origin, are pointed. His hair, worn with a topknot, is a brick red color and seems to float with an unnatural grace. His glow bright red while his scleras are pitch black.
While bloodraging, his hair and eyes turns a bright white while his body's bulk increases.

His appearance is heavily (See: completely) inspired by Street Fighter's Akuma, particularly this image, while his bloodrage is literally this. I am so unoriginal, I know...but look how cool and creepy those images are! Like seriously, can you blame me?

Five Years Prior
He wasn't always like... that. When we met--when we were engaged-- he was a completely different person. He was normal, like you or me, not a.. d-demon. He fell ill and strange things started to happen with him, and at the time, I was completely ignorant to the possibility that the man that I loved could p-possibly be a creature of-of evil. I told myself that it was an illness, a poisoning of some sort.
I hadn't seen him for a week and it was driving me crazy. I broke into his home one evening. I had to know he was alive. The smell was awful. Blood stains through out the home, what looked like slabs of skin, and bits of teeth littered the home. When I finally saw him, I nearly fainted! His flesh was sloughing and his eyes-- I can't ever forget them-- where black like the night. When he finally spoke to me, his voice came to me as a strange dirge, simultaneously a whisper and a cacophonous deep scream. He kept repeating the same thing--"I am becoming". He started yelling it! I felt as though my head would explode if I'd stay any longer. I had to get him help. I thought he was cursed...or, even worse, possessed. I didn't know where to go b-but as I t-turned to leave, he pulled himself off of the floor, covered in viscera and h-he grabbed me. His unholy eyes leered into mine and he told me to run...he said to run and to warn Talingarde. He said he wanted me to warn you all that...that The First has blessed him? Please, please may Mitra forgive me! I knew not that I was consorting with devils and demons! Please...forgive me.

…By the time we bashed through the barricades, a wave of filth crashed into us and we knew it was too late. The stench was so foul, the sight so unholy, it was as if we came upon a vision of hell. Four of our knights laid decapitated on the ground. Entrails strewn about. A devilish being in the corner bleeding out from an ax wound to the chest. Blood everywhere. I came to my senses in time to catch one of his devil-kin charging at us with claws drawn. Sir Balin quickly cut it down before it could cause us any harm.

In all the horror, we failed to notice him sitting upon a makeshift altar, cross-legged, palms faced down on his knees, with his eyes closed in some off-putting, serene state. Sir Balin stepped up with his sword drawn. That monster cut him off in mid-speech with demands.

"I have committed no crime this evening other than High Treason. Call for your diviners if you do not take my word. Along the walls behind you, you will find plans, detailed, on how to kill the King." It was no jest. Pages upon pages of plots to murder the king and his family and then his bloodline were nailed on the walls. "Arrest me. If my Lord has abandoned me, I will die like my father before me." He then stood up, dusted himself off and began to walk towards us with his hands raised high. "Let us make haste", he said, "I'm sure your nobles will be pleased to see me go."
That was three days ago and he still has yet to utter a single word.
I pray that we reach Branderscar sooner. Every minute next to this monster taints me more and more. Mitra help me.

When Markadian IV took power, they were among the first to go. The Knights came quickly. Father knew that a scapegoat was needed after Markadian The Mad’s death, but he never expected that we, Asmodeus’s most faithful, would find ourselves at odds. We were an honest family, hard working. Father was never ashamed of his faith, and even then, with swords against his throat, he stood proud.

I heard rumors that they were drawn and quartered, in front of Darian nobles no less. The Knights of Alerion took pity on me. Surely, as a child, they thought my will was not my own. To them, I had been indoctrinated, forced to worship Lord Asmodeus. To let me suffer the same fate as my parents despite my youthful innocence — surely they could teach me the ways of their shining lord, Mitra!

Shuffled from orphanage to orphanage, they dressed me in their brightest, cleanest blues, whites and golds, taught me their prayers and tried their best to make me one of their own. I went through the motions and fell in line with their teachings, yet I knew who I truly held high in my heart. Try as they might, I wouldn’t ever forgive them for what they did to my family.

I served under their banner, lived life like one of them, met one of their women and began to settle down. The dreams of fire and brimstone came soon after. My Lord came to call me on. The dreams brought with them a change. A seed was planted generations deep in my family's bloodline and the taint had taken to me strongly. It was agony and it was bliss. I was becoming on the outside who I knew I was on the inside! I was destined to be one of His weapons, and it finally became known to me. House Darius will burn.

3rd Generation Half-Elf born to Sumana and Karthik Purval Tyrriel expatriates living in Talingard. Proud Asmodeans, his parents owned and operated a family winery that produced a popular wine known as Fiend's Blood. Once the purges began, they were sought out and put to death. Rumors amassed that it was possibly Karthik's famous "Fiend's Blood" that caused Markadian the Mad to fall to his death, and thus was sentenced to be drawn and quartered for the crime of High Treason.

Kaath spent much of his life as a typical Talirean. He attended their schools, was taught their customs and eventually served in their military. An avid worshiper of Asmodeus, Kaath felt that his prayers were finally answered when he fell ill. His body began to metamorphose into his true tiefling form. Feeling renewed, Kaath took to hiding and started seeking out others like himself, eventually forming a small clan. They called themselves "Fiend's Blood" and began to plot against the Talirean rulers.

The Knight Sir Balin lead a team to destroy the clan but was met with more opposition than expected. After hours of fighting, all of the Fiend's Blood Clan were slaughtered save for Kaath, who walked out with the knights, hands raised behind his head and with a devilish grin.

He now waits for his death at Branderscar. Finally, he will get an answer to a question he's had since he was a child.
Do the nobles take pleasure in watching them die?

To be determined (I'd like to see what comes natural during play)