"It seems we'll part ways after all. I say good luck to you. I do have a parting gift." With that he pulls yet another fruit from his pack, but this one is green, prickly and about as large as Sweet's head. "My people call it a durian, and I love this one most of all." The fruit already reeks, producing a sickly sweet smell.
With that he sticks his knife in it and cuts it open. The moment the fruit is opened a pungent smell of old gym sock and rotten unions fills the room. He cuts a piece of the bright yellow flesh and stuff it in his mouth, "Try it, it's delicious. Tastes of custard and almonds." He cuts of another piece before he gets up and takes his leave, leaving the fruit on the table. Once outside he turns around, winks, and climbs up on the building.
No sweat, at least this part was enjoyable :) Had to make an in character exit.
"Killing isn't something I enjoy. It's something I have to do at times, but I take no pleasure in it." He nods solemnly, "You are correct about the fruit though. I'd love to introduce you to a favorite of mine but I don't think the owner will like it if I scare away his clientèle."
Besides the fact that he's a humanoid ape, for Mogir there is only one woman but she is out of reach
"Yes, the work of a coward. So I guess the filth isn't even worth my time." He raised his voice just a bit so he could easily be overheard around where he was seated. He longed to crack the bastard's skull between his hands like a raw egg.
It took a few seconds before Sweet's comment reached Mogir, "Hmm, what? No, nothing of that kind. I'm simply looking who here just messed with my mind so I can turn his into a mess." At that he flexed his fingers.
Suddenly the look in Mogir's eyes changes. Something was off, he felt naked. He looked down to see he was still wearing the same thing as before. Suddenly his eyes changed again to something similar to the fire seen during the arm wrestling as he starts looking around for the source of his discomfort.
Too bad I don't have Dazzling Display just yet, he would have Intimidated the entire tavern.
Mogir grinned as the the fire in his eyes dimmed. "Sure thing. It may have been luck, but you did beat me." He reached into his pack again, the weird elongated arms making it very easy to reach.
When he gets some of some the fruits out his also grabs his switchblade and makes a single cut all around the fruit. "Here, this way you don't have to mess about getting it open."
As their hands interlock, something which takes some coordination with Mogir's relatively long arms, something in his eyes starts to glow as a fire is lit somewhere deep inside. "छोटी लड़की पर आओ." He speaks in a low grumble as if calling her out.
Mogir looked up at the remark about fruit and not dancing, a piece of the fruity flesh still visible between his teeth. He swallowed, "I'm not familiar with the local dances and I'm not sure the proprietor would be happy with me performing one of my people's dances. I don't think his establishment would survive." He puts the remaining fruit away as no one seemed to be interested. "Besides, they don't look like much without the painted fur."
In the mean time the Irrisen Ice Wine Mogir ordered for lady Natalia is finally brought to the table.
Mogir looked curiously at the new arrival while he removed the big hammer from the table and slung it over his back again. At the same time he pulled a handful of small, red, hairy fruit from his pack as well as a switchblade and starts peeling the fruit. Once he exposes the white flesh, he pops them in his mouth and then spits the large seeds into the palm his hand.
Suddenly realising the people here considered eating alone while sitting together bad manners he flashed them a toothy grin. "I'm sorry. Feel free to try some if you'd like. I myself have got a bit of a sweet tooth, can't leave these things be." That and these fruits were one of the few connections he still had to home.
He's eating rambutans. They taste sweet and mildly acidic if anyone decides to try.
Don't dismiss Mogir's ability for subtlety, the big guy is pretty stealthy and more acrobatic than most. In fact, he's more acrobatic than the acrobat :P
The thing about the drinks was for both Tabby and Sweet
Bring the pain? At that question Mogir took the massive hammer slung over his shoulder and laid it on the table. "This is how I bring the pain, when needed. Personally I find that most people here simply cower before me so it is rarely even needed."
He sighs, "As for my story, it's a long and complicated one. I come from a place far away from here and I can not return there, even if I wanted to. To my people my hands will always be covered in blood." Though mostly because he murdered tradition, but these people here didn't understand that. He had tried before.
Mogir just shakes his at the two women. Women here were rather, well, odd, at least compared to how it had been back home. There the only real difference was that women bore children while man did not.
A faint smile appears on his face, "What is this 'strapping' you keep mentioning? That word is unfamiliar to me."
While waiting on an answer he turns around to the bar and shouts at the barkeeper, his voice resembling the roar people had expected earlier. The tone was friendly though. "Barkeep, could you bring this lady some Irrisen Ice Wine, whatever that is?" He then turns towards the other women, his voice once again gentle, "Do you also want something?"
I have a question regarding the non-combat bonus feat: Would you be ok with Armor Proficiency? Asking because while you said you were ok with weapon proficiency this actually has a lot bigger impact on survivability. Haven't completed equipment yet while awaiting an answer.
The door to the bar slams open as a giant, furred being steps into the bar, ducking to avoid hitting his massive head. For a moment he gets stuck as the handle of whatever large weapon gets stuck as he gets up to fast, but that's easily remedied.
Working his way up to the bar, the large, simian man-thing castes intimidating glances at those blocking his way. At the bar he opens his mouth and some near him duck as they expect some roaring sound to come from within. Instead the creature speaks with a deep but otherwise not overly intimidating voice with a very thick Vudrani accent, "Excuse me, barkeep? Can you get me a large cider? I'm supposed to be meeting some people in search of extra muscle, any idea where they are?
The bartender, clearly not too impressed by the man's stature after running a tavern like this for such a long time, nods in the direction of the table while he grabs a small bucket and fills it with cider. handing the ape the bucket he says, "It seems you're not the only one interested. Oh, and please don't take a chair, I don't feel like buying new ones yet again."
The red furred, and red bearded, simian flashes a toothy grin as he turns towards the table.
Once there he gently places his bucket on the table and sits down on the floor, though he still reaches the same height as everyone but the Half-Orc. He adjust the weapon on his back, a massive hammer, in such a way as to not hamper him. "Good day, mind if I join? My name is Mogir, pleased to meet you." He extends a large, meaty hand across the table to whomever will take it. The leathery, black skin on the palm of his hand contrasts with the thick, red fur on the back. "I heard you were looking for some extra muscle?"
Just to be clear, Mogir is pushing the upper limits of medium size, he's isn't large. Just like an Orangutan his upper body and arms are large compared to his legs, as such he still reaches quite high when sitting down.
Sheet is still under construction, but here is the concept. (Couldn't find a good picture so a gorilla will have to do)
Mogir Kinscorned, Rogue (Thug) 2 / Barbarian (Urban, Invulnerable Rager) 1. My a change of tactics from the unarmed fighter. Mogir will mix and match Barbarian and Rogue though I don't know how exactly just yet as I'll let that depend on character and game development.
Mogir will focus on a combination of intimidation and hitting power using his earthbraker or something similarly big.
Background:
Hailing from a jungle village on the Vudran sub-continent Mogir's early life was untroubled. He grew up quietly, learning the way of his people and eventually taking a mate to spend his life with. It were the tribal traditions however that eventually drove him away.
The biggest taboo among Mogir's people is murder. Being very few in number a single murder is detrimental to all the tribes. As such tribal warfare is highly ritualised and instead of killing your enemies you knock them out after which they are bound to serve as your tribe's slave for exactly one year and one day, after which they are free to return to their own tribe. Slaves are generally treated well though things like rape (of both male and female slaves) is not unheard of.
During a war with a neighbouring tribe it was Mogir's mate that got captured and made slave. While this saddened him greatly, he was bound to be patient and simply wait for his beloved to return. Time slowed to a crawl as he waited for the entire year as he counted down the days till her return. Once the fateful day arrived he went to edge of the other tribe's territory to wait for her. What he saw arriving however wasn't at all what he expected: She returned to him bruised, fur matted with blood and pregnant. When asked what happened she told that she had been raped by her captor several months ago and that when she wanted to leave for her own tribe once her time was done he resisted and hit her. Infuriated though he was he was unable to do anything and instead they resolved to get the elders to act.
The elders however refused to interfere. What happened during the year and a day of slavery was to no longer be discussed and as such no action could be taken. His mate was in tears but Mogir instead decided to do something about it by himself.
That night he snuck into the other tribe's territory. His fur painted black with soot to better hide in the night he came with only a single goal: butcher his mate's captor. When he found him he was once again beating up a slave. Using the distraction Mogir snuck in and slit his throat with a single cut. He then dragged him out of his hut and to the central place of the village where he threw him on the bonfire that always burned in the heart of each village and fled.
News travelled fast though and it was only a few days later that Mogir was called before the elders. The abused slave, which came from Mogir's own tribe, had spoken and said it had been him that butchered the other pongid. Their verdict was as clear as it was cruel: Exile. Mogir had broken the holiest of traditions in murdering another and only the harshest punishment would do in that case. He was given till sunrise the next morning to get his things and say his goodbyes, though most of his tribesmen shunned him. When he wanted to say his farewell to his mate she was nowhere to be found. When he asked the next morning he heard she had gone to the other tribe to raise her baby among it's father's people. Bitter and angry Mogir turned away never to return.
Instead he made his way to a port city and took the first ship he encountered that went far away from those lands. The ship eventually landed him in Absalom.
In Absalom he started working at an import company, working both on unloading cargo and guarding the warehouse. Recently however the company has been shut down and the owner's arrested for their part in a smuggling ring as well as humanoid trafficking. Since then Mogir has simply been roaming the streets, accepting the occasional job to make enough money to feed himself but never for more than a few weeks.
The three question: 1) What, exactly, can you bring to the Blood Knives? Be as specific and detailed as possible.
Brute force. That and a different view on many things. Mogir comes from a place where the values and standards are very different from what people are used to in the Inner Sea Region and as such he might shone a different light on things.
Mogir can also be very convincing.
2) You're able to survive and thrive quite nicely, where do you see yourself two years from the start of the game? In other words, what personal goals, outside of the anything to do with the Blood Knives, would you like to accomplish??
Find his place in this new, strange world. That and securing access to imported fruits and spice from his homeland.
While Mogir isn't there yet at this point, I'd see him leading a crime ring, either as boss or underboss. The focus would be more towards smuggling of all kinds of things illegal and "acquisition" than assassinations. Not that he'd shy away from that, but it wouldn't be his focus.
3) You're caught in the act. How do you get away? Answering "I never get caught" is the wrong answer and will get you feed to my pet Daemon.
It depends on how many people there are. If it's just one taking him out is the easiest way. Two or three might also be taking them out. More people and it's time to put on a show and see how they keep their cool when faced with an angry primate. If intimidation doesn't work climbing buildings tends to get you out of harms way as the amount of people that can follow you is small.
In the long run Mogir should be able to just wade through.
