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Flykiller here with my Android Ranger. Being constructed, I'd imagine he wouldn't mind getting some fancy cybersurgery :)
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With so many awesome pure melee characters submitted, here's hoping you'd wish to expand your party with a pure arcane one... I've also leveled him up to level 2.
Backround added for Carth. Doubling it here:
Background: Cartholus was born in Magnimar, one of the many offshoots of the rich and powerful Kaddren family. As with most young Kaddren, after coming of age he has been sent abroad to study wizardry, to the Twilight Academy in Galduria. Initially he performed up to the standards expected from a Kaddren boy, however upon learning his first few spells he quickly found out that his talent is unlike that of other wizards: while some spells came to him effortlessly, most others he could not perform at all. When he failed to graduate, first in his family line in centuries, his mother was suspected of infidelity and he was disowned by the family as a bastard. Cartholus was determined to find the root cause of his predicament. While he lost many of the privileges he used to enjoy, his name still opened many doors for him. He eventually found his way into the Pathfinder Society, where he could gain access to money and information in exchange for his services. His outcast life has made him bolder and more adventurous than most wizards, traits which made the Society choose him for the next risky mission...
Submitting Cartholus Kaddren, a NG Human Sorcerer (Seeker) with the Sage Bloodline. Background to come later.
After juggling back and forth I decided that Half-Orc fits my concept better. Here is Zeljka, a witch with the Endurance patron. I will select an avatar and the starting spells a bit later.
Posting my ninja profile. I hope my justification was enough, and I can expand the background if you prefer. Does the campaign setting imply that all humans speak common, or the regional languages are in effect?
Posting as Iban, profile set up and (hopefully) updated as required: Iban
Defense:
AC 19 Touch 17 Flat 17 Hp 44 Fort +8 Ref +6 Will +8 (+9 vs mind) CMD: 25 Armor: none (bracers +1) Offense:
Speed: Base 20 Actual 30 BAB 5 CMB 9 (CMB 7 with flurry) Melee: Unarmed +8 (1d8+3/20) or MW Silver Kama +9 (1d6+2/20, trip) or MW Cold Iron Nunchaku (1d6+3/20, disarm) Ranged: Sling +7 (1d4+3/20) Statistics:
Str 16 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 13 Wis 16 Cha 8 Feats & Traits:
Combat Expertise +-2 (Level 1) Blind-Fight (Ftr bonus 2) Improved Grapple (Level 3) Improved Trip (Maneuver master bonus 1) Improved Disarm (Maneuver master bonus 2) Ki Throw (Level 5) Bullied: +1 to unarmed AOOs (trait)
Skills:
Acrobatics +8 Climb +8 Craft (Calligraphy) +5 Escape Artist +8 Intimidate +8 Perception +8 Sense Motive +8 Stealth +8 Survival +8 Swim +8 Languages:
Gear:
Combat Gear: Kama: 2 lbs Nunchaku: 2 lbs Sling: 0 lbs 50 bullets: 0.2 lbs Bracers of Armor +1: 1 lbs Ring of Protection +1: 0 lbs Amulet of Natural Armor +1: 0 lbs Other Gear:
Total load: 31.2 lbs PP:30
Other:
Deity: Waukeen Class features: Endurance (Unbreakable 1) Diehard (Unbreakable 1) Unflinching +1 vs mind-affecting (Unbreakable 2) Flurry of Maneuvers (Maneuver master 1) Stunning Fist (4/day, DC16) (Monk 1) Evasion (Monk 2) Maneuver Defense (enemies always provoke Aoo when attempting CM in which char has Improved CM feat) (Maneuver master 3) Fast Movement +10 (Monk 3) Reliable Maneuver(spend ki point to pick best of 2 rolls for CMB) (Maneuver master 4) Ki strike (magic) (Monk 4) Ki defense (4AC) (Monk 4) Racial abilities:
Favored class: Fighter
Appearance:
Iban has grey eyes and wheat hair. The hair on both his head and face is trimmed short. He is fairly tall and slender for a dwarf, but very muscular. His skin is hardened from exposure, and his face has stern expression of someone who has seen many woes. Still, his demeanor is usually calm and reserved. Background: Ivan Earthfrost grew up in harsh conditions, among the grizzled people of Icewind Dale. His father was a trader who peddled dwarven metal and stone craft to the barbarian villages spread across the Dale, and thus most of Ivan's childhood was usually spent among the human children. Not that he liked it very much. The Northern Barbarians were not the most caring parents in the world, and kids were usually left to their own devices for days. Ivan, being obviously different, shorter, and with facial hair growing at young age, was constantly bullied around, and his father was usually too busy with making a living to devote enough attention to Ivan's problems. So Ivan had to learn how to protect himself the hard way. Ivan was not particularly tough for a dwarf, but he was extremely stubborn. He trained himself to never give up in a fight, and often, as his opponent walked away from Ivan lying on the ground, totally sure that he knocked Ivan out, Ivan would muster his resolve, get up that one last time, and launch himself at the unsuspecting foe. Ivan couldn't in honesty be called a kind person; in fact he was rather gruff and had developed an air of arrogance and suspicion. But he did feel very strongly for those who have been through the same hardships as himself, and eventually he befriended a barbarian boy, Olaf, who shunned the company of other boys. Ivan has protected Olaf from harm in numerous situations, and eventually Olaf revealed to Ivan that he was in fact cursed with a supernatural sickness, which made his body wither away much faster than normal. Ivan was determined to find out more about his friend's condition, and during one of the trips to the Bryn Shander fair he met a magician who told him that his friend might in fact be a divine oracle, and that there might be a way to cure him from this condition if he brings Olaf to see him again. Next season, Ivan and Olaf ventured to Bryn Shander again. During the night, armed men broke into the inn where they stayed and attacked them, trying to capture Olaf alive. That was the first time when Olaf's divine powers manifested violently, wreaking havoc at the inn and knocking Ivan unconscious. When he awoke at the ruins, neither Olaf nor the attackers were there. Grieving, Ivan has decided to flee Bryn Shander and the Icewind Dale forever. He ventured far south, to the metropolis of Athkatla, and settled there at the worker's district, earning his living as a pugilist and performance wrestler. Gradually, he forgot his previous life, as the city's sinful aroma intoxicated his soul. He became quite rich, fighting on the shady underground rings, and his pride and arrogance were bolstered when he won the title of Amn's 'Shadow Champion'. As before, his victories came not through exceptional skill, but through sheer willpower, complemented by the strength he has developed in the ring. During one of his famous performance fights, something strange happened. As the crowds cheered for him on their dirty benches, a strange-looking, elderly man came on the ring. Ivan has never seen him before. He asked if the man was here to fight, but the man didn't respond, only bowed slightly. Then he saw his scheduled opponent, Botar the Fierce, climbing onto the ring. Upon noticing the trespasser at his place, Botar rushed to him with the apparent intention of picking him up and throwing him over the ropes. The next moment, 250-pound Botar was the one flying at the ropes, but the strange man stood still. Ivan noticed a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth. In a fit of sudden rage, Ivan attacked, only to find himself lying on the floor. Getting up with a jump, he rushed himself directly at the stranger, but flew past him. Ivan was confused, his pride and stubbornness got the better of him. For the next ten minutes both he and Botar were violently attacking the man, but all they were hitting was air - or more often, each other. The crowds bellowed - it was much more fun than they have paid for. No-one has intervened to stop the fight, until Botar and Ivan were both lying breathless on the ring. Then the crowds and the bouncers have all rushed in on the ring, either to give the unexpected winner an ovation or to sign a contract with him. But even though everyone has just seen him right there, nobody could actually find him. Disappointed, the people started to leave. Every inch of Ivan's body was hurting, but eventually he got up. His mind now harbored only one thought: to find the mysterious stranger and learn to fight like him. He got lucky this time - he learned that the stranger was seen leaving through the city's north gate. Ivan quickly followed and eventually caught up with the stranger. He asked questions, begged to accept him as a student, but the stranger was just silently pressing forward. Ivan was not used to being ignored, so he kept begging, blocking the stranger's path, even tried to attack him again, but to no avail. This has gone on for almost two days, when finally Ivan, exhausted and dehydrated, decided to give up. He slowly started going back, when he heard soft footsteps behind. The stranger gave him a flask of water. "This is your first lesson", he spoke. "Remember it well. Sometimes, the best way to win is to accept defeat". The stranger spoke Common, but he had a strange accent, like some of the sounds were not accessible to him. He asked who Ivan was and where was he from. Upon hearing that he was from Icewind Dale, the stranger nodded. "Very well. You are Iban of the Cold Rocks. I am Kaipo of the White Creek". Thus began Iban's new life. A full year has passed in travels, constant training, and listening to the teacher's stories. Iban struggled to understand or believe everything the teacher told him, and when asked additional questions, Kaipo always managed to produce an even more elusive or confusing answer. He spoke of the inner peace, of the love to one's enemy, of the mystical energy which flows through all living beings, and of other cryptic things. At first Iban dismissed these "ramblings", then he started to ignore them, but eventually he began to find that he just feels the truth of Kaipo's words, even though he's unable to explain it himself. That's when Kaipo started to teach him the secret language he knew - the Spirit Tongue. "Your spirit cannot express itself when it has to speak through the body. Where I'm from, people are much closer to the spiritual world, and can speak to it. The spirits then respond, granting their universal love which transcends the body". Iban could only nod, for he hardly understood what was said but got used to the teacher always being right. Kaipo proceeded to explain that there are also evil, demonic spirits, which can be fought with the right tools. He gave two beautifully crafted weapons to Iban. One had white blade and white handle tip, the other was two bars of dark metal chained together.
They wandered on as the seasons have passed by. One cold winter night they walked through a field somewhere in Sword Coast, when suddenly Iban caught a nauseating smell of burning flesh. He urged Kaipo to come and investigate its source. As they came towards the source of the smell, they saw a horrifying picture: a big farm building was burned and razed to the ground. Near the building stood several big poles, each of them had a man tied to it. Under the poles were burning pyres, so each one of them had died in a horrible agony. For a second there, Iban could swear he saw one of the victims twitch, but it was probably just a tear in his eye from the acrid smoke. Suddenly, Kaipo jerked him towards the ground and whispered: "We are not alone here". Iban raised his head and saw an armed man in black clothing, who was about to leave the site of the murder. As he surveyed the scene one last time, Iban saw his face in the flickering of the flames. A wave of hatred, the feeling he has forgotten long ago, rushed over him - it was the leader of the band which attacked him and Olaf back at Bryn Shander! Immediately, Iban felt a firm grip of the teacher's hand. "Stay put, you fool!"- whispered Kaipo. "This is not our fight!"" "Teacher, you don't understand! These men were after my friend, they probably killed him, or worse!" "It is you who understood nothing. You forgot your first lesson: sometimes, you must accept defeat in order to win."- Kaipo was icy calm. Iban has had enough. He was prepared to struggle with Kaipo, but the teacher let go surprisingly easily. Iban did not pause for thinking; he relied fully on the instincts developed by years of training. In total silence, he quickly ran towards the thug, who was mounting his horse. Swift as a snake, in one fluid movement he grabbed the enemy's sword-hand and twisted it in an improbable way. The sword flew out of his hand and the man fell over onto his back. However, Iban underestimated the enemy, as he saw something small and shiny glisten in the man's other hand. A bright spark flew forth, a loud crack boomed, and Iban found himself flying through the air. He landed softly as always and launched himself forward again, but his muscles were not responding properly after the electric shock. The man had other tricks up his sleeve. He evaded Iban's attack and swiftly drew a wand from his belt. Iban grappled him, but the bandit was not about to give up. Even with his hands in a grapple, he quietly muttered a strange word, and a cone of sticky webs flew out of the wand. He didn't quite manage to entangle Iban in it, but it gave him enough time to jump on the horse. Seeing his enemy slipping away, Iban cried in desperation: "You will pay for what you did to Olaf, you scumbag!" Upon hearing this name, the bandit stopped in his tracks and shouted back at him: "You got it all wrong, fool - Olaf will pay me for what I did!" Then he rode away. By the time Iban has freed himself from the nasty webbing, Kaipo was gone. Feeling doubly betrayed, Iban swore that if his teacher wants him to be defeated, so be it - he will stop adventuring and settle down, since he failed to accomplish anything meaningful for the people he cares for anyway.
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