NG Medium humanoid (Human)
Init +8; Senses Perception +10 (15)
AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 dex)
Resist Cold/Acid 5
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +7
Speed 30 ft.
Melee: Dagger +2 (1d6-1)
Str 8, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 20
Base Atk +3; CMB +2; CMD 17
Feats: Eschew Materials, Combat Casting, Improved Counterspell, Spell Penetration, Defensive Combat Training
Traits: Westcrown Firebrand, Two World Magic
Skills: Bluff +14, Knowledge (Arcana) +11, Diplomacy +14, Spellcraft +11, Perception +10 (15)
Languages: Human, Celestial, Infernal
Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you cast a spell of the summoning subschool, the creatures summoned gain DR/evil equal to 1/2 your sorcerer level (minimum 1). This does not stack with any DR the creature might have.
Heavenly Fire: Starting at 1st level, you can unleash a ray of heavenly fire as a standard action, targeting any foe within 30 feet as a ranged touch attack. Against evil creatures, this ray deals 1d4 points of damage + 1 for every two sorcerer levels you possess. This damage is divine and not subject to energy resistance or immunity. This ray heals good creatures of 1d4 points of damage + 1 for every two sorcerer levels you possess. A good creature cannot benefit from your heavenly fire more than once per day. Neutral creatures are neither harmed nor healed by this effect. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier.
Celestial Resistances: At 3rd level, you gain resist acid 5 and resist cold 5. At 9th level, your resistances increase to 10.
0th level (At Will)-Detect Magic
1st level (8/day)-Bless
2nd level (6/day)-Resist Energy
3rd level (4/day)-Haste
Taryin was born and raised in Cheliax by nobility of House Leroung. His father was the kind of man who tried to steer others away from their wicked acts by example. He refused to abuse servants, gain subtle political advantage, always was the first to break up a fight, and always had enough coin to give some to that poor beggar. His mother felt much the same way, but she was more intimidated by the nobility around her and kept her opinions to herself in public. Taryin's kind parents gave him a rare upbringing in the infernal city, but as he grew older this caused problems.
Taryin never quite fit in with the other kids. He wouldn't join in when bullying or beating up a kid and he tried to follow his fathers example. This quickly made him very unpopular and he became the victim. The rest of his childhood was him trying to convince others they could bring back the former glory of the city, but he might as well have been talking to the wind. His father was immensely proud of him but also very scared for him, and told him that even thought he was doing good he should reign it in a bit. Give people a break when their tempers rise. And so over the course of many years Taryin became a very skilled debater, often managing to argue with a dozen kids at once.
Taryins efforts did not go unnoticed. Some of the kids he spoke to were tieflings, and some of their parents were part of a zealous cult of Asmodeus. They had always been angered by Taryins father being so meddling, but now he was trying to influence their children! It didn't take long for his anger to boil down into hatred, and they planned his fathers downfall.
Taryin was walking home from a play with his father, listening spellbound as he was told about the beings that fought against devils. Suddenly his father stopped, looking down an alleyway. After a moment he told Taryin to hurry home. Confused, Taryin tried to ask what was going on but his father turned with a rare expression of force and ordered him to run home. He stayed a moment longer then turned on his heels and started sprinting home so he could tell his mother what was going on. Before he got too far he heard his father speak forcefully, then a low hoarse whisper answer him. His father yelled something, and there was a sharp crack. Taryin stopped, mind racing until he turned and ran back to his father. He was greeted by the site of a Tiefling in dark robes hunched over the body of his father. He looked up at Taryin, with a small smile "The Prince of Darkness sends his regards" Taryin, too horrified to move, felt the grief, sadness, and anger well up inside of him. Tears streaming down his face, he cried out in fury at the man, and to both of their surprise a white light exploded outward right in front of the Tiefling, sending him backwards. His satisfaction turning to fear, the red skinned man gathered his senses and fled the scene.
Taryin took a long time to recover from his fathers death. During this time he shut out the outside world, often spending entire days in his room or in the wilderness, practicing his new found magic and spending time talking to the celestial creatures he learned to summon. When others discovered he had this power he realized he was becoming a person of note...as well as a target. When he came of age his mother noted how his attitude had changed, and he wondered at her comment. He realized he was becoming more like her, afraid of what could be done to him for trying to be a good person. Then he thought back on how the other nobles must see him, as well as the gangs and cults in the city. He brooded for several hours, and that very night he packed everything he could and fled the city, away from his own fear and indecision and the consuming hatred.
Taryin spend the next 5 years traveling the world, learning about other cultures, picking up on things about magic, and all the while reflecting back on his home. And he still feels guilty about not telling his mother before he fled. After a period of studying under an experienced caster for a few months (who appreciated somebody young who could lift things and keep his house clean) the old man inquired about his past. Taryin reluctantly told him, and the old man 'humphed' at the story and leaned in "You gave up is what you did. No good deed goes unpunished, it's a hard path, aye. You can't change the world in a day, but you're scorning your fathers memory by not trying." Stunned by the accusation and insight, Taryin finished his studies and came to the decision to return to his home. He wanted to finish what his father started, even if it took his entire life. And so he began the long journey back to Infernal Cheliax.
Taryin is of average height and a slim build, with dark brown hair that falls down to his neck. He's roguishly handsome, normally wearing clothing of a traveler despite his air of nobility. Taryin has a quick wit and lots of charm, quick to make people smile and enjoy themselves. He's also a very spirited debater, often willing to sit at a pub for an hour with a complete stranger talking of local laws or something else.
100ft Hemp Rope
Potion of CLW (Labelled)
Quick Runner's Shirt
Cloak of Resistance +1
Eyes of the Eagle
Wand of Protection From Evil
Wand of Shield
Wand of Mage Armor
Wand of Mount
Wand of Identify