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About Marillo SullusCombat Without Rage
Combat With Rage (once per day, lasts 2 rounds)
AC: 18 (16 when raging)
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Reason for Joining the Protest
Racial * Ability Modifiers: +2 Dex, +2 Cha, -2 Wis
Stalker
Ki Pool
Renown
Seamless Guise
Dual Identity
The vigilante can start each day in either of his identities, referred to simply as social or vigilante. Changing from one identity to another takes 1 minute and must be done out of sight from other creatures to preserve the vigilante's secret. Changing identities is more than just changing outfits and clothing (although that is certainly a part of it); the process often also involves applying make-up, altering his hair, and adjusting other personal effects. Furthermore, the change is as much a state of mind as of body, so items such as a hat of disguise and similar spells and effects that change the user's appearance do not reduce the time required to change identities. Most social talents require the vigilante to be in his social identity, but a vigilante who uses vigilante talents in his social identity risks exposing his secret. Despite being a single person, a vigilante's dual nature allows him to have two alignments, one for each of his identities. When in an identity, he is treated as having that identity's alignment for all spells, magic items, and abilities that rely on alignment. For the purpose of meeting a qualification for a feat, class, or any ability, he is only eligible if both of his alignments meet the requirements. A vigilante's two alignments cannot be more than one step from each other on a single alignment axis. For example, a vigilante with a lawful neutral social identity could have a vigilante identity that is lawful good, lawful neutral, lawful evil, neutral, neutral good, or neutral evil. If a vigilante is the target of an effect that would change his alignment, it changes both of his alignments to the new alignment. Any attempts to scry or otherwise locate the vigilante work only if the vigilante is currently in the identity the creature is attempting to locate (or if the creature knows that the two identities are the same individual). Otherwise, the spell or effect has no effect, revealing nothing but darkness, as if the target were invalid or did not exist.[/spoiler] Please take a look. After re-reading it, I felt that I had to do more to explain why he would be protesting House Thrune, and why he would join a rebellion. Also, working with warforgedman, there is more for me to tie in with his story, as we have been trading PMs to work our characters out. All changes are in Italics. I try to explain more about why he would do this, how he and Lurio have influenced each other, and to hint at what he would be like as a vigilante. Any comments or concerns are always appreciated. Background Before Martial Law Marillo is a well liked local. He is known for entertaining his neighborhood of Kintargo (roughly 200 people, give or take) with knife juggling, sword dancing, and sleight-of-hand tricks. He is best known for his night performances, where he risks life and limb performing under naught but torch light. Many have remarked that his shadow, and his eyes seems to dance with the flickering torches. Marillo is not a rich man. In fact, he barely makes enough to get by. When asked about political matters, he always replies with a warm smile, and remarks that such talk is 'above his pay grade.' For all intents and purposes, he would be a model citizen if only he had a more respectable trade. What his fellow citizens don't know is that Marillo is not exactly what he seems to be. He is a tiefling, and he has the blood of Kytons in his veins. For as long as he can remember, he has been different. First of all, he can see in the darkness as well as during mid-day. He also has the ability to control his shadow, an ability which he happily showed his parents when he was young, and for which he received a severe beating for, so that he would never do so again. They feared that their one and only son was a Tiefling, like those who lived in the Devil's Nursery. They feared that if word got out, his life would take a drastic turn for the worse. Taking their lesson to heart, he practiced his inborn talents in secret, mixed with both fascination and shame. For him, just as he can control his own shadow, he finds moving quietly through the dark to be second nature. But most importantly of all, he has...thoughts. Dark thoughts which shame him. For there are times when he wants to hurt people. It excites him, and he knows that it is wrong. It is almost as if a rage comes over him, and it takes all of his will to fight it down. Only once did he let it out, when in a youthful brawl with another child. He was pulled off before he could do any real damage, but the loss of control left him shaken. Ironically, it has made him a better person, because it is a constant reminder of the darkness inside of him. He also has found that he has an affinity with blades that he cannot explain. The use of them has always come easy to him, even though he was never formally trained. His parents had high hopes for him, that he would receive a role in the government. As both of them were civil servants, all he needed to do was apply himself to his studies. After much frustration, sweat and tears his parents eventually conceded that they would never make him into the respectable young man that they wanted, and they now (begrudgingly) accept his chosen profession. Background After Martial Law As a hard working commoner, Marillo took pains to stay out of trouble with House. In the early days of martial law, he found himself on the receiving end of Barzillai's harsh martial law. As an entertainer, he was best known for his night performances, and the law took a dim view on armed men walking the streets at night. He learned this the hard way when he was beaten and the tools of his trade 'confiscated.' It took all of his savings to just buy back enough daggers to continue performing. At first, he tried to keep his performances on the streets, but he found that even during the day such acts were strongly looked down upon. More than once he was forced to flee and hide from those who too easily saw him as a potential rebel, trouble maker...or just someone to rob. He continued to try his luck as a street performer, if nothing else out of stubbornness, for he refused to be bullied into submission. That is, until he received a visit from his father. His father begged him to just give up his profession. He feared for his son's safety, and he hinted, both him and his wife's jobs. Both worked for the government, him as a scribe and his wife as a seamstress who worked for the rich. If Marillo got into any serious trouble, they too would feel the impact. Reluctantly, Marillo found work at the Clenchjaw tavern. His already precarious living conditions fell to dire levels, as the owners of the tavern took a cut of whatever he earned. Now (mostly) safe from the excesses of martial law, Marillo had to work twice as hard just to break even. His own problems, though, paled in comparison to those around him. Many of the patrons came and spoke of their troubles due to Barzillai. People were vanishing, often times not due to their actions but due to their associations. The community had a feeling of fear and desperation, and Marillo felt powerless. That is, until he met Lurio. The slumming nobleman came to the tavern and watched his performance. Amazingly, to Marillo, he donated generously. Enough for Marillo to actually afford a real meal and a good drink. Taken in by Lurio's generosity and authentic good nature, Marillo insisted on buying him a drink. The rest of the night passed in a blur, as the two confided in each other their worries, fears and frustrations like old friends. And indeed, Marillo found a true friend in Lurio. As the days and weeks rolled by, Marillo's financial woes subsided. With Lurio's help, Marillo found himself able to perform in establishments far outside of his social station, leading to (his great surprise) when after one performance he was even gifted a beautiful katana by a nobleman. The noble insisted that Marillo perform with it, and it soon became a staple of his act. However, not all was well. His new found mobility showed Marillo, for the first time, the stark difference between his station and that of others. It also exposed him to how uncaring the rich and powerful supporters of Barzillai were. Of how they downplayed and laughed at the woes of the afflicted, of how they patronized him in ways that Lurio never did. And most of all, Marillo felt true hurt for his friend. For he knew of Claria, and he knew about how common her fate was. For his friend, and for all like her, the seed of hatred for Barzillai and House Thrune was planted in Marillo's heart. And the seed continued to grow as the proclamations of House Thrune became more and more harsh, and as his community continued to suffer under the suffocating martial law. Before long, Marillo and Lurio's conversations became conspiratorial. Everything came to a head, when a protest broke out in Aria park. Marillo was reluctant to go. He feared that those who went would be beaten, or even killed, for standing up to House Thrune. He knew all too well the pain that he himself had received at the hands of their enforcers. But Lurio insisted on going, to show his support and his bravery. Shamed, and fearing what would happen to his friend (both physically, and what would happen to his family if he was arrested), Marillo agreed to go, to ensure his friend's safety. Personality Marillo is a hard working man with a stubborn streak. While he is known for his generosity and kindness, this comes not from any inherent goodness, but from his personal shame. Deep down, Marillo has a sadistic side which stems directly from his Kyton blood. Not knowing the truth of his origins, Marillo believes that this is due to a character flaw, and as such he works hard to overcome it. He strives to be good to his fellow man and to help all around him, not only because it is the right thing to do, but also because it is the only way that he can prove to himself that he is not the monster that he fears himself to be. With that said, the sadistic side of him is there. And as House Thrune continues to harm him, his community, and his friend, his anger grows. More and more his thoughts turn towards revenge, and what can be done to gain justice against wrongdoers. His day dreams often center around the idea of what he can do with the katana gifted to him, for in his mind it is a noble weapon that has been ill used in simple performance. Unlike his daggers, it is a weapon of war. Something which haunts his dreams more and more often. Should he be pushed too far, who knows what he will do when he turns his inherent skills of acrobatics, swordsmanship, and his control of the shadows from entertainment to violent justice? Appearance Marillo is not a large man, as he stands at five foot eight. He is athletic, as his athleticism is what he depends upon to get by day by day. With wiry muscles, he is the kind of person who can come across differently depending on the clothes he wears. Shirtless, and his toned muscles betray his strength and agility. With heavy clothing, he is just another person, though he walks with an air of confidence that betrays his belief in his own abilities. What stands out though, about his appearance, is his eyes. At a distance they look brown, maybe even black. But up close, one can see that they are in fact dark red. His hair is jet black, and his skin a touch pale. He tends to wear clothes distinctive to Redroof, which is the only community he has ever known. Of his equipment, the only thing that truly stands out is the katana which hangs from his side. The blade itself is as beautiful as it is rare, but it hangs in a plain scabbard. Out of constant fear of it being robbed, the blade has only ever been used while performing outside of Redroof for Lurio's contacts. Infact, he usually insists that his friend hold onto it for him, lest he have it stolen in his sleep. It is his most prized possession, and is one which has taken on a meaning to him far beyond that of simple steel. |