Oskin Wideheart's page

Oskin grew up in the slums, and used to sing for money. His parents died when he was very young. His mother was sexually assaulted by Chelaxian troops, and later died from her injuries. His father died defending him from Asmodian Tax collectors who beat them both for having no money to pay their taxes with. He too, later died from his sustained injuries. The trauma of watching both his parents wither and die, while struggling to provide for their son, took its toll on Oskin. He became bitter, and as he grew, turned to worship of Claistria to ease his pain. His only joy left him was music. He began playing on the street corner, to try to earn a meager pay. He survived, but barely.

Fate found him, one rainy day, so many years ago, when he was discovered by a Tenor for the Opera who has become lost. He heard Oskin singing, standing in the rain, looking as forlorn as a Halfling child can. He paid the boy for directions to the Opera House, and then offered to take him under his wing as an apprentice. Oskin agreed immediately, and set about learning all he could. He was given a fine education, and taught by some of the best music teachers in Cheliax. His career was rocketing to victory. Until the Opera House was closed suddenly. Now he is turned out into the world, trying to find his way in the city of Kintargo.

Oskin smiled at the greeting his received. He hadn’t expected any fans of the Opera here, so to have even this lone individual recognize him was more than a little flattering.
“Yes, I am indeed Oskin Wideheart. Thank you for your patronage to the Opera!” He smiled a large, welcoming smile to the middle-aged human woman in front of him. ”Truth be told, I was expecting to not be recognized. It will help with making my case, I do believe.”
She shook his hand again. “Thanks be to Desna for gracing you with such a tremendous voice!” She heard her name called from across the room. ”I hope to see you again, goodman Wideheart.”

’Well, that was interesting.’

Oskin pondered his next move. Seeing a man others were differing to, he walked boldly up to the man, and extended his lacy-cuffed hand upward in a gesture of greeting.
”Hello! My name is Oskin Wideheart, and I believe I can be of great service to you.”

The human man chuckled.

”No offense to ye, lit’le man, but yer a bit on the….fancy side fer my tastes.”
Oskin cursed inwardly.
”Now, my good sir. You will find that having a man with associations at the Opera House could be very useful to you. In fact, I believe my ability to instill emotion into those who hear me perform will in fact be quite useful indeed.”
The man looked taken aback at the well-spoken Halfling. Sputtering, he replied, ”Well, I, uh, I guess you’d be needin’ to take to Sam over thure in the corner. He’s the man ta’ see.

Oskin smiled his award-winnning smile, and nodded politly. ”Thank you my good sir.”

He walked over to Sam, the man in charge, ready to face his destiny. He would help them take back the city. He would stop the oppression of the slums. He would get the Opera House reopened. And he would look fabulous doing it.

I won’t bog this down with too much; as I plan on putting it on the profile for the character. Here’s the important stuff:

Male Halfling Demagogue 1, Follower of Calistria
High Social Character, Good at getting the word out, inciting mobs, or just playing a wonderful lullaby. He is the type to take off-the-wall bard spells, and a lot of bardic masterpieces. A Bardic Music in battle bard. May go Pathfinder Chronicler, maybe not. Spell-Song heavy, may never use a weapon.