Name: Manahath (Agent #1824-2007)
Ancestry (Heritage) and Background: Human (Versatile), Barkeep
Class:Curate of Cayden Cailean (Cloistered Doctrine)
Level: 5 XP: 48/60
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 28 (Born 4897) Gender: Male
Languages: Taldane, Kelish
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Pathfinder Society Training
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Physical Description:
If Manahath had his way, people would mistake him for Cayden Cailean himself. His brown hair is always tussled just enough. His smile is ever so slightly crooked. His cerulean eyes are bright and open. The rapier at his side bounces with the syncopated rhythm of a bard's bodhrán.
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Senses
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Perception: +13 (E)
Senses: Normal
Anathema: Use Unholy Magic, waste alcohol, be mean or standoffish when drunk, oppress the vulnerable
Champion's Aura: Surrounded by an aura in a 15-foot emanation. It has the aura and divine traits. Any follower of your deity within the aura immediately knows you're a champion of your deity. This aura is used as the range for your champion's reaction and for various other effects. You can suppress or resume the aura as a single action, which has the concentrate trait, and it ends if you fall unconscious.
Aura of Courage: Whenever you become frightened, reduce the condition value by 1 (to a minimum of 0). At the end of your turn, each ally in your champion's aura reduces its frightened value by 1.
Belt Pouch (Left): (Bulk: 0/4L)
Chalk (10) (-)
Flint and Steel (-)
Belt Pouch (Right): (Bulk: 0/4L)
Bandolier: (Bulk: 0/8L)
Toasts:
If the ocean was liquor and I was a duck, Id dive to the bottom and drink my way up, but the ocean is water, and I'm not a duck, so let's just do these shots, and get all f$$%ed up.
"There are big ships and little ships, and ships that sail the sea, but the best ships are friendships, like the one between you and me."
To nights we’ll never remember with friends we’ll never forget.
May those that love us love us. And those who don't may Cayden turn their hearts. And if he doesn't turn their hearts may he turn their ankles so we know them by their limping.
May we get what we want,
May we get what we need,
But may we never get what we deserve.
Here’s to a long life and a happy one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer and another one!
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim. The dew is on the heather. And love is good, and life is long, and friends are best together.
May the best of the past be the worst of the future.
Rejoice, and be of good cheer! For THEY are out there, and WE are in here!
I’ll drink to those who do, I’ll drink to those who don’t, but never the ones who say they will and later decide they won’t. But the ones I’ll toast from the break of day to the wee hours of the night, are the ones who say, “I never have, but just for you I might.”
