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I rolled up a character for a Mummy's Mask AP before that never took off the ground and loved the idea, Human Bladebound/Kensai. I know the Bladebound/Kensai combination is pretty common but I've yet to play one and really loved the idea of the Bladebound weapon having intelligence. I figured it would fit into the campaign since he wouldn't get his weapon until level 3 and it could be "found" within whatever dungeon that we're exploring. In the other campaign I had even come up with the idea for it to be "cursed" in the sense that it might attach itself to him or something, causing that to become a plot point for my character.

The character hasn't been developed in awhile but here's what I can fill out of your application form and more can be added if this character sounds like he's on the right track for your campaign.

1) I'd like 5+ points that capture the concept and story of the character. More are welcome, but no less than five: A greedy treasure hunter who comes across a fancy sword, only to find out that it's cursed and is now part of him.
2) Two goals that you'd like the character to accomplish in-game: Find enough treasure to buy his own ship. Get rid of his cursed blade.
3) Two secrets, one the PC keeps to himself, and one kept from the PC. I'll come up with a third that both the character and player aren't aware of, in hopes of shocking surprises within the storytelling: He keeps to himself that he betrayed his last group of friends since he doesn't want to be kicked out (and also doesn't betray them for that reason, so there will be no betrayal in-game from me). The secret kept from the PC, and also the one kept from me, can be tied into his Bladebound weapon.
4) 3-5 people that are tied to your PC by blood, love, rivalry, honor, etc. I'd like at least one enemy in a set of three or four, with no more than two for a set of five. PLEASE consider the players reference guide for ideas: As a treasure hunter I wanted him to have lots of enemies but we can settle for 2/5 being enemies. No Levar used to have a team he rolled with but ended up betraying them and disappearing. Two members (who I can come up with) hate him and want to hunt him down while the last member is actually his brother (or sister) who still cares for him but can't overlook his betrayal. Not quite hatred though. Will come up with 2 remaining people.
5) Three key memories that define your character as the person they are at the time of submission: The memory of No Levar turning his back on his friends and running off with their loot. The memory of watching his parents being killed by orcs.
6) Finally, I'd like you to include with your submission a fear or paranoia that causes your character to shiver, cower, or panic. Anything from spiders to unexplained happenstance, but I'm sure you'll all come up with some awful stuff on your own: We'll go with a classic "orcs killed my parents" routine which causes him to react quite negatively to that particular race.

No Levar snaps from his silence and nudges Cedric as Krachxton speaks to the representative. "It seems our devil friend has contacted me, I was hoping he wouldn't be able to track us so easily in Sigil. He just sent me an annoying little reminder echoing in my head... Should we abide? What about the group?" he whispers to the gnome.

"I've got nowhere else to go, and I agree with Cedric, the money is good so I'll stick around fer a bit." says the pirate as he accepts the invitation to become a consulting investigator. "I guess it's off to find this Garmundi fellow then."

No Levar, being too familiar with the mercenary business, steps up towards Estevan, "Do you need someone to handle this Aleena Jerkot?" The gold was a good start and it wouldn't hurt to milk some more shiny pieces out of this merchant, he thinks to himself.

No Levar too will shrug at Bart's forwardness but can't complain since he isn't much of a talker and lets him continue with his inquiry, sword on his hilt in case this Estevan fellow takes too much offense to Bart's words.

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

"So where to now, gents?" No Levar asks the group.

Checked the note before I rolled my Perception, but then again I guess they'd share with the group. Off to his office?

No Levar has no aura, of anything. True Neutral :P Ready to move on!

No Levar responds by testing his Spellstrike!

SPELLSTRIKE!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Oh you lucky little duck, almost had that 19, hehe.

Shocking Sword Damage!: 1d8 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (6, 1) = 14

I think I fried our inquisitor. :'(

Man my first inquisitor hit level 2 recently also and that initiative bonus is niiiiiiice :P (also detect alignments, lol)

Magus Levelup!
HP +6
BAB +1
Saves +1/0/+1

No Levar happens to tap his sword against the ground and feels his magic flow through it, causing a spark. No Levar learned Spellstrike!

+1 Canny Defense.

No Levar's heightened magical senses allow him to protect himself while not wearing armor; using only his magical weapon and his dexterity.

Oh yeah and I guess he has more spells too. :P

PFS system has fixed numbers based on HD.

HD 12 = 7 HP (Barbarian)
HD 10 = 6 HP (Cavalier, Fighter, Gunslinger, Paladin, Samurai) also the new unchained Monk has better HD
HD 8 = 5 HP (Alchemist, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Inquisitor, Magus, Monk, Ninja, Oracle, Ranger, Summoner)
HD 6 = 4 HP (Sorcerer, Witch, Wizard)

"I agree, I don't want ta be in this warzone any longer." He kicks one of the broken siege engines and ponders what it is before looking over to see Cedric emerging from his armor. "Good ta see you again, little friend. Glad that monster decided ta spit you back up."

No Levar raises his hand with just a little bit of frost at his fingertips, "I'm all out of lightning, not to mention it probably isn't safe bringing things back ta life in a place where a war is going on. Shall we move on?"

No Levar follows the group and ignores the magical weapons; content with his mundane weapon of expertise.

Sorry I haven't been posting, lots of IRL stuff going on and a few changes in my lifestyle that have made keeping up with Paizo forums a bit more tricky than it used to be when I could check every day at work. ;P

The pirate focuses his energy like the Githyanki taught him, forcing it out of his fingertips in a small feeble ray of frost...

Ray of Frost!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1 cold

No Levar quietly sheaths his sawtooth blade, not wanting his only surviving companion to be rusted away by some monster. He rubs his fingers together and tries to conjure up another shocking grasp but his magic is still lacking and instead he's only able to form a little bit of frost at his fingertips, ready to fire it off at the creature if it's a hostile target.

Ready action to cast Ray of Frost if it attacks.

No walks up, hand on the hilt of his blade, as he inspects the creature.

Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

He turns back to the group and shrugs.

No Levar smiles as the creature is taken down swiftly before it can hurt anyone. "These new magical abilities are exciting!" He flicks his wrist again to try and conjure the electricity in his fingers but his spellcasting ability is very limited and he doesn't have the magical capacity to cast another shocking grasp.

No Levar attempts to figure out what the mechanical thing is...

Knowledge Arcana/Dungeoneering/Planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

...but since he raised his weapon, No Levar takes a precaution by preparing a Shocking Grasp in his hand and swiftly moving up to the front of the group to intercept the warrior and deftly place his electrified hand on its chest.

Had to look up if I can weapon finesse a touch attack, haha, turns out I can!

Shocking Grasp Touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Wow, first preview of the post, double 20s? I call shenanigans...

Shocking Confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Shocking Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
If Confirm: 1d6 ⇒ 6

No Levar quietly follows but watches the other path with the movement to make sure nothing comes up behind the group.

No quietly brushes himself off after the quick encounter but continues to keep a wary eye out for whatever petrified the other fellow.

Bad Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

"We should move from here quickly, I feel like whatever got the third might still be lurking around."

No's heightened senses catch the attack, deftly moving to retaliate with his own attack.

Sawtooth Swing!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Sawtooth Damage!: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

No Levar hears the sounds of angered confrontation and turns to draw his weapon as everything becomes hostile. He steps up to the front of the group and waits for them to make the first strike. "You really don't want to do this..." His weapon and his pants are still covered in blood since he's been unable to find the proper time to clean up, creating quite the barrier between the group and the men.

Move: Draw weapon, 5-foot step, Standard: Ready action to strike them if they strike at me or anyone else.

No Levar gives a chuckle along with a shrug and keeps an eye out for whatever turned that other guy to stone.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

Sensing trouble, No Levar will quietly stay with the group as they interrogate the men while his eyes wander around at the various piles of junk and scans for anything lurking beneath. He didn't like that something was turning things to stone and he wasn't going to be the first one caught off guard by it. The paranoia of being in shark infested waters began to set in as this situation felt oddly similar. He does a quick Detect Magic scan around his immediate area also.

Percepting and Detect Magicing around, will inform everyone if I see anything moving while they're all talking.

No Levar trusts in the power of his own weapon and doesn't mess with the weird artifacts.

"Junk always has a price." No Levar speaks up as the scholars flock around the unknown technology like flies to honey.

Sorry I've been away, I should be back on regularly now.

No Levar pulls his sawtooth blade from its sheath and casts Light on it, holding it out in front of him like a torch as he followed behind the Githzerai through the junkyard, keeping his eye out for any loot he might find in the debris left behind from the various wars.

No, having followed the group silently for some time while the Mimir spoke, finally decides to say something when they come across the divide in their path. "I vote no archway, we know that portals can be a messy thing. Plus I wouldn't mind scrounging through some of this so called junk."

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Always prepared for a storm, No Levar looks back at the group and makes a leap to Cedric to try and grab his extended construct hand.

No Levar follows the group at the tail, keeping a wary eye out for any trouble that might be coming their way. He squeezes himself past the ogre and gets upstairs, only to see that it's a giant mess of papers. He nods to Krachxton's remark and stays on the outer edge of the room, making sure not to step on anything important as he looks for a possible alternate exit the thieves may have taken.

Bad Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

"All that metal would just slow me down." He watches from the side as Krachxton helps Bart, not knowing anything about how to put on armor.

"I'll heed your word, Githzerai. I know all things come at a cost, but I'd pay any price for my life." No shudders at the reminder of their visit to the second layer of the Nine Hells. "We were wounded, and half the party we were when we arrived to that plane. We didn't have much choice but to accept its deal. And as I just said, I gladly bargain for my life. However, I don't think we have to plant it immediately. No reason we can't have someone take a better look at it, with discretion of course. Wouldn't want to alert the authorities of Sigil that we have an evil artifact in our possession."

No Levar gets up and waits for the others to enter the building first, reminiscing of his years with the Githyanki. Little did he know that in his near future, the price for his life will be revealed clearly.

"If my line of work has taught me anything, it's never to trust anyone, and I trust them just as much as anyone else. They helped me, yes, but I felt an irking notion that it wasn't for my own benefit." His hands locked together as he stretched his arms out above his head and twisted his torso to work out the kinks from their last planar traveling. "Suspicion arose from the day they found me, almost too fortunate for a human lost in the Astral plane. I forget how long I was with them, it felt like ages, but time stops mattering when you forget to keep track of the days and cease to grow older. Before I met them I was merely a dishonorable pirate..." his hands moved back to his hip as if by habit, "...and now I'm a powerful dishonorable pirate." he chuckled at his joke. "I jest. What made me a great pirate was my crew and I know that. I work well on a team as long as I'm getting my fair share of the booty."

Since they were getting to know each other and waiting to go inside, No Levar took the time to rest his legs a bit and found a place to sit down and drop his backpack to the ground. "Enough about me, what is your interest with the Githyanki? Aren't they your people?"

"I am No Levar, Pirate Wanderer of the Planes. I do not know what my Prime is called and I can't seem to find my way back. I guess I.... used to be human, but I'm not much of a normal human anymore. Whatever happened to me on my home plane seemed to have changed me." He moves his hand to rest on the hilt of his sawtooth blade, looking over at Lun, "...and it was the Githyanki that taught me the way of spell and sword before I was pulled again from their home, the Astral Plane I believe it was, and met Cedric among a few others who didn't seem to make the trip to Sigil...." He looks down at his clothes, still stained with the river of blood and gives out a large sigh as he realizes he isn't making a good impression with his attire and decides to tug off his shirt and let it fall to the ground. No Levar now stands only wearing a pair of loose billowy pirate pants with his wits and reflexes as his armor, hand still resting lightly on the only companion he has had through his travels, his sword.

Soon to be talking sword! :D

At the very top right above Campaign Info tab, Maps and Handouts, at the top right corner it's a small little slip of paper. :)

"I don't know what this is about, but I've got nothing better to do. And seeing as how we just killed what looks like a guard, I think we should disappear and visit our new friend." No takes a quick look around to see if any other guards matching the armor of the skull-bashed corpse were coming towards him, before slipping into the crowds and begin asking for directions to Gray Dragon Lane.

No focuses to keep within distance of Cedric, being the only person he really knows, and overhears the conversation between him and the crimson-armored man. From within the crowd, he'll try to cast a Grease spell underneath the guard...

Concentration Check?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 vs DC 5-10 I'm assuming since it's sort of a mix between vigorous motion and violent weather

...and keeps himself focused as he throws some butter through the crowd and it spreads underneath the guard's feet.

DC for my grease is a 14

No, oblivious to the current plan since he was away from Cedric when they got their orders to find the patrol, finally makes his way to the construct-gnome while chit-chatting with the somewhat-Githyanki. He pushes his way through the crowd in his blood-stained clothes from the red rivers of the last plane they were on, while turning occasionally to address Lun. "I died. Something happened when I died and I was lost on the Astral Plane. The Githyanki found me in my time of need and helped me understand my new abilities."

Mid-conversation with the confused Gith, he looks over to check on Cedric and manages to see him running off with some strangers. Figuring it had something to do with the speech that was going on, he merely gave a quick nod and bow to Tsu before forcing his way through the crowd after Cedric.

"I am a wanderer of sorts, lost from my old home. The Githyanki took me in after my change and taught me their ways, to help me better handle my new abilities." He rests his hand on his hilt, not consciously as if looking for a reason to fight, but merely as a resting stance while he gains his bearings. "And what brings you to Sigil?" He overhears the crowd and keeps an eye on them, but waits for them all to pass, listening to Lun Tsu whilst also keeping Cedric in mind, not wanting to get separated.

No Levar barely notices the difference between the two races and continues talking to him, "Yes, my friend and I seem to be lost and I just wanted to make sure we're in the right place. This is the City of Doors, correct?"

No Levar stumbles for a second after the planar traveling and leans forward to catch his breath; still not used to the method of transportation. When he regains his composure and looks around, he tries to discern the plane they've arrived at with some basic knowledge.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

When he sees the Githzerai moving as part of the crowd, he follows, trusting the race of people that saved him during his first planar walk. He tries to get close and grab his attention, speaking in Gith, the tongue of his people... "Excuse me."

Did my rolls get us any information about the orb before we cross over?

Thanks! Yeah I went back and read up on the character I based this off of and apparently I was way off on the storyline, haha. I don't know where it got so warped but I like my background even more now since it is based off of.... nothing.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

No is content with what is happening.

Sounds good! Yeah sorry I slowed my posting, wanted to see if we were going to find more or wait for Arianna, heh.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

No Levar steps up near Cedric and gives him a nudge, "The abishai he's talking about are way stronger than us, we'll have to just comply with what he's asking for now." He sheaths his sword and nods to the stranger, accepting his terms without much option. He'll take the orb and study it to try and figure out what it is before he and Cedric head for the portal.

Knowing that anything they come across in this hellish world was probably evil, he immediately draws his sword as they find their way walking towards a silhouette.

His brow furrowed with irritation as he met eyes with the stranger, staring back with his own ruthless gaze. He was still covered in blood from both rivers, and his sawtooth blade stained with the fiend from earlier. The heat from this plane forced him to abandon his shirt long ago, now just standing bare with his talents and gifts to prevent him from harm.

He kept his eyes locked with the other as they approached closer and got within shouting range, "Out of our way. I've seen enough blood for one day."

If No Levar doesn't notice something turning its attention in the waters...

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

...which he doesn't because he's too busy admiring himself and sheathing his weapon, hopping into the second river of blood he's been into this day and tries to swim across...

Swim: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

...and his days as a pirate pay off as he manages to keep himself afloat among the thick red goop and swims towards Cedric.

Hopefully waving for Arianna to follow...