About PriceMs. Price Female Garuda-blooded Aasimar (Plumekith)
Init +6; Senses Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +10 --------------------
Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +8 Resist Acid 5, Cold 5, Electricity 5
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Melee
Ranged
Special Attacks
SPELLS:
Inquisitor Spells Known (CL 3nd; Concentration +7)
1st Spells (4/day)
Orisons (at will)
Domain Heresy Inquisition --------------------
Feats Improved Unarmed Strike, Weapon Focus (Heavy Mace)
Traits Birthmark (on palm), Criminal, High Treason
Skills
Racial Modifiers +2 Acrobatics, +2 Fly Equipment:
Frock (Common)
Dress (Successful Merchant) Clothes Iron Circlet (Disguise Self) Leather Armor Heavy Mace Silver Unholy Symbol (Asmodeus)
Backpack
Belt Pouch
SELL PILE
Languages Common, Elven SQ Forbidden Lore, Misdirection, Necessary Lies, Solo Tactics, Paranoid, Scion of Humanity[ARG] Special Abilities:
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Background & Story:
Talingarde's long war with the northern tribes had bred a strong sense of nationalism in the people living in the Borderlands. Heraklion Price and his wife Minna lived in the comforting shade of one of the keeps defending civilization from the godless savages. Heraklion was a sergeant at the keep, no less - a position of local prestige. Naturally, they raised their three children - 2 girls and a boy - to bask in the glory of Mitra and fervently believe in the justness of the war's holy purpose.
But Asmodeus had a sense of humour and got his hooks into Price's eldest daughter at an early age - from birth, actually - stamping her palm with his mark. (Trait: Birthmark) What self-respecting Devil wouldn't want to corrupt a Celestial? And a Fallen Aasimar was a prize. Oh, her family tried to pass it off as a childhood injury... but Price knew better. The shadow of the keep - the headstone of a repressive regime - weighed on her. And her family's blind loyalties cloyed in her nostrils. She 'apprenticed' herself to a traveling seamstress and put as many miles between herself and her family as she possibly could. Price knew in her bones that she was always meant to serve a higher cause... even if it was for a Lower Plane. ------------------------------------------------------ Years passed and the Mitran taint continued to flourish even as Price became a force in the true Church. At heart, she was a pragmatist. Worn away by the Mitran abomination, the Church was too small for her to be selective about the company she kept. Any fell-handed killer with a modicum of talent could help forward her agenda - whether loyal to Asmodeus or not. Orderly and disciplined, Price never wasted good material... and sociopaths were good material. They weren't members of the Church yet but Price had plans and time. Waste not, want not, eh? She hired a few deeply disturbed individuals for one job. That one job became more... many more. Price was no fool. The men were indispensable and doggedly loyal if you could earn their trust. Price's jobs became a slow recruitment project - every action undertaken to garner loyalty. Price spent considerable time on the project - months, in fact. Perhaps she spent more effort cultivating these relationship than she did for more mundane assets... but that was only reasonable. She was in a dangerous line of work and dealt with many folks who were less than trustworthy. People with all the loyalty of dockside whores. Surprise, surprise. Having people at her back who weren't looking for the right moment to shove in a blade was worth a bit more effort. ------------------------------------------------------ She could barely restrain a grin of triumph when her 'pals' accepted a task just because she asked. No payment required, just a bit of fun for a friend. The strange thing was, the recruitment had worked both ways. She was invested in them as well. That wasn't part of the plan... ------------------------------------------------------ Normally Price avoided the high-profile Church stuff; pageantry didn't interest her. But she couldn't very well turn down the Black Father when he needed help with his Summoning. They were short the required thirteen 'unholy adherents' and, frankly, none of the rest had the skills to raid the ceremony's required materials from the temple of Mitra anyway. Price didn't let her irritation show as she accepted the assignment. There was never really a question of who she'd need to help out. This was right up her team's alley and in line with their 'appetites'. The plan was simplicity itself. Sneak into the temple, catch the High Priest. Defile the High Priest and his vestments. Desecrate the altar by sacrificing the priest upon it, grab the unholy vestments along with a few relics, torch the place for good measure, and escape in the confusion. Then head back to the church crypts... and summon a devil. Easy. And it all went as planned... right until the Mitran guards swarmed them during the Summoning in the crypts. They burst in through every entrance - at the same time. It was a trap. Many Asmodeans died but a few, like Price, fought until they were downed by the maces, batons, and boots of Sir Balin and Mitra's finest. As far as she could tell, none of her team escaped. That hurt - a bit more than the hobnailed boots that put her lights out. Price was out of her hospital bed in time for the trial - they wanted her healthy for execution. She had to admit, it was a damn good show. And what a laundry list of accomplishments. She was found guilty of: High Treason (Trait), Murder, Blasphemy, Sedition, Heresy, and a bit of Arson for good measure. Price even testified, admitting to everything she had done - and a few things she hadn't. Her logic was simple. They could only kill her once, so she might as well get the most bang for her buck. And the crimes that weren't hers? Well, if the Mitran fools thought they had the guilty party, they'd stop looking for the real criminal. The fight would continue. In the bowels of Brandescar, Price awakes in shackles... to a cold realisation. Someone in the Church betrayed them. And that someone, if Price ever got free, would find out how slow and painful death could be. She tests the chains that bind her and begins planning.... Appearance / Personality:
Size: Medium, 5'9", 140 lbs Type: Outsider (Native) Price is forgettable. She is a relatively pleasant looking brunette (her profile pic is accurate too) with medium length wavy hair, most often held back in a loose braid or a working woman's bun. She is almost always wearing the plain muslin dress of a middle class woman - possibly a shop owner. Her clothes are usually in shades of green or brown, nothing flamboyant. As she is a skilled seamstress, Price's dresses are always impeccably tailored to her figure and have little hand-crafted flourishes at the hem, buttons, and sleeves. More often than not, she has a small pincushion corsage on her wrist and her latest sewing project in hand. Price comes across as a generally hospitable, friendly, and well-intentioned woman. Her Aasimar heritage registers as a healthy glow to her skin. When angry, the glow manifests as a black halo. Price cultivates a 'Suzy Homemaker' image to conceal the truth - that she has the heart of a Black-Tipped Reef Shark and the morals of a Venture Capitalist. She could happily discuss how to bake the perfect apple-pie while shoving a wagon-load of toddlers into a raging river. Price is a True Believer. She is dedicated to the ascension of Asmodeus, his Church, and his followers. As an Inquisitor, her job is to raise up Asmodeus' Church, eradicate obstacles (including rival churches and clergy), ferret out spies, and deal with 'backsliders' within Asmodeus' supporters - those weak-willed individuals who decide to seek the solace of other gods when their 'bill' to Asmodeus is about to come due. Price likes to arrange a personal meeting between the aforementioned backslider and Asmodeus for repayment. At heart, Price IS her job. She serves Asmodeus and his Church and her only 'personal' ambition is to rise in the diabolic hierarchy through her unswerving service in his cause and getting results that the Dark Lord will appreciate. Advancement:
01: Inquis 01 - Domain, Studied Target +1, Misdirection, Lore 2x, Lies | 1st Spells, Feat:IUS
Notes:
Weeping Seraph Mace OLD Price:
Class: AC: 16|12|14 - For:+4 | Rex:+3 | Wil:+9 - Per:+15 Init:+7
HP: 42/42
NAME: Price RACE: Female Aasimar (Lawful Evil)
Move: 30 ft. CLASS: INQUISITOR 5 <- Favored (Skill Pts:5 / HP:0)
CRIME: Blasphemy (+2 Know:Religion) STATS:
DEX 14 CON 11 INT 16 (L4 bonus) WIS 20 CHA 10 Senses Darkvision; Perception +15 DEFENSE:
CMD 18, FF 16 HP: 42 (5HD: 8 + 4d8 + CON + FEAT) SAVES:
Reflex: +3 Will: +9 +2 vs Compulsion/Charm
OFFENSE
Hand +6 1d3+3 (20/x2) Bow +5 1d8 (20/x3) MW Heavy Mace (2-Hands) +7 1d8+4 (20/x2) BAB: +3 CMB: +6 SPECIALS
@ Will Detect Alignment 5/Day Change Teamwork Feat SPELLS:
0th level DC:15 1st level DC:16 6/Day 2nd level DC:17 3/Day CLASS ABILITIES
FEATS & TRAITS
SKILLS:
+3 Appraise +13 Bluff (5) +7 Climb (1) +10 Diplomacy (5) [Skilled] +5 Disguise (2) +2 Escape Artist +2 Fly -- Handle Animal +9 Heal (1) +15 Intimidate (5) [Stern Gaze +2] Knowledge > +9 Arcana (3) > +7 Dungeoneering (1) > +7 Nature (1) > +11 Planes (5) > +11 Religion (3) [Blasphemy] >> +5 <-- To ID Creature Weaknesses -- Linguistics +15 Perception (5) [Skilled] +9 Prof: Merchant (1) +11 Prof: Seamstress (3) +6 Ride (1) +15 Sense Motive (5) [Stern Gaze +2] -- Sleight of Hand +11 Spellcraft (5) +12 Stealth (5) [+2 Silent as Death] +10 Survival (2) >> +2 Tracking +7 Swim (1) -- Use Magic Device EQUIPMENT
Leaf Armor +1
Belt Pouch
(1) Tanglefoot (1) Sewing Needle Sambryl Signet Ring Money - GP: 697, SP: 5, CP: 0 Barhold's Magical Shirt Capacity | Light - 86 lbs; Medium - 173 lbs; Heavy - 260 lbs
VENDETTA
DEAD -- Sir Eldon (Balin's Son) - Infiltrated the Church and betrayed Price & Cain RACIAL ABILITIES
ADVANCEMENT
BACKGROUND & Story
------------------------------------------------------ Years passed and the Iomedaean taint continued to flourish even as Price became a force in the true Church. At heart, she was a pragmatist. Worn away by the Iomedaean abomination, the Church was too small for her to be selective about the company she kept. Any fell-handed killer with a modicum of talent could help forward her agenda - whether loyal to Asmodeus or not. So she went shopping for a henchman but came away with an improbable ally in Cain. Orderly and disciplined, Price never wasted good material... and Cain was good material. He wasn't a member of the Church yet but Price had plans and time. Even if he never served Asmodeus, a hard-hitting killer with a taste for the chase and skills to match could be very handy at the right moment. Waste not, want not, eh? She hired Cain for one job and he more than exceeded her expectations. He was skilled, smart, and lethal. One job became more... many more. Price was no fool. The man was indispensable and doggedly loyal if you could earn that loyalty. Price's jobs became a slow recruitment project - every action undertaken to garner his loyalty. Price spent considerable time on the project - months, in fact. Perhaps she spent more effort cultivating their relationship than she would for other assets... but that was only reasonable. She was in a dangerous line of work and dealt with many folks who were less than trustworthy. People with all the loyalty of dockside whores. Surprise, surprise. Having someone at her back who wasn't looking for the right moment to shove in a blade was worth a bit more effort. ------------------------------------------------------ She could barely restrain a grin of triumph when he accepted a task just because she asked. No payment required, just a bit of fun for a friend. The strange thing was, the recruitment had worked both ways. She was invested in him as well. That wasn't part of the plan... ------------------------------------------------------ Normally Price avoided the high-profile Church stuff; pageantry didn't interest her. But she couldn't very well turn down the Black Father when he needed help with his summoning. They were short the required thirteen 'unholy adherents' and, frankly, none of the rest had the skills to raid the ceremony's required materials from the temple of Iomedae anyway. Price didn't let her irritation show as she accepted the assignment. There was never really a question of who she'd need to help out. This was right up Cain's alley and in line with his 'appetites'. The plan was simplicity itself. Sneak into the temple, slay one of the few ex-Asmodeans who had shifted allegiance to Iomedae on the altar. Defile a Iomedaean cleric's vestments by dragging him through the blood. Doubly-desecrate the altar by sacrificing the cleric upon it, grab the unholy vestments along with a few relics, torch the place for good measure, and escape in the confusion. Then head back to the church crypts... and summon a devil. Easy. And it all went as planned until the Iomedaean guards swarmed them during the summoning. They burst in through every entrance - at the same time. It was a trap. Many Asmodeans died but a few, like Price and Cain, fought until they were downed by the maces, batons, and boots of Iomedae's finest. Price awakes in shackles to a cold realisation. Someone in the Church betrayed them. And that someone, if Price ever got free, would find out how slow and painful death could be. She tests the chains that bind her and begins planning.... APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY
Size: Medium, 5'9", 140 lbs Type: Outsider (Native) Price is forgettable. She is a relatively pleasant looking brunette. She comes across as a generally hospitable, friendly, and well-intentioned woman. Her Aasimar heritage registers as a healthy glow to her skin. When angry, the glow manifests as a black halo. Price cultivates a 'Suzy Homemaker' image to conceal the truth - that she has the heart of a Black-Tipped Reef Shark and the morals of a Venture Capitalist. She could happily discuss how to bake the perfect apple-pie while shoving a wagon-load of toddlers into a raging river. Price is a True Believer. She is dedicated to the ascension of Asmodeus, his Church, and his followers. As an Inquisitor, her job is to raise up Asmodeus' Church, eradicate obstacles (including rival churches and clergy), ferret out spies, and deal with 'backsliders' within Asmodeus' supporters - those weak-willed individuals who decide to seek the solace of other gods when their 'bill' to Asmodeus is about to come due. Price likes to arrange a personal meeting between the aforementioned backslider and Asmodeus for repayment. At heart, Price IS her job. She serves Asmodeus and his Church and her only 'personal' ambition is to rise in the diabolic hierarchy through her unswerving service in his cause and getting results that the Dark Lord will appreciate. |
