| Race |
Tiefling Alchemist 1 |
| Classes/Levels |
HP 11 / AC 12 T 12 FF 10 CMD 16 Fort 5 Ref 4 Will 1 Init+2/Perception+5 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
29 |
| Special Abilities |
Alchemy, Throw Anything, Sneak Attack +1d6 |
| Alignment |
LE |
| Location |
Jailed |
| Languages |
Common, Abyssal, Infernal, Celestial |
| Strength |
19 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
5 |
About Varrel Inthien
2 Claws +4 1d4+4 [+1d6 sneak attack] [+3 nonlethal]
Class: Vivesectionist, Beastmorph
A question to you: When you got branded on the hand or forearm, how did you take it? Struggle? Stoic disregard? Sneer and spit in their eye? Cry like a baby?
The first few times they tried fire, I just laughed. I tried to fight back when they used acid. My F is a mess.
Varrel's core beliefs are that humans are largely a racist and despicable lot and have what's coming to them. They should be taught discipline and if they cannot master themselves, they should be eaten like cattle.
Varrel was given up to the elements, his parent hoping he would die from exposure. Given his appearance, his parents were quite sure he was born of some ill omen or terrible curse. They were quite right of course, his father's grandparent had made a deal with a minor devil permitting the creature to beget his foul offspring several generations later. But little fiendlings who resist cold last a while, even in the snow.
He was saved by an itinerant priest of Asmodeus. Seeing the fiendling as a good omen, he collected the boy and raised him. But Varrel was not well suited to the priesthood. He was given over to thievery and cruel experiments, neither of which were appreciated. In a desperate move, his adoptive father fostered him to an alchemist. Varrel excelled there, where his keen mind and devious imagination were rewarded and his lack of social graces ignored.
But the alchemist had so many rules, rules he himself did not deign to follow. The alchemist grew more and more addicted to some foul drug he crafted in his own lab, constantly muttering about "the substance." As he fell further and further into his addiction, he forced Varrel to do more and more of the lab work. Varrel revolted, while the alchemist faded into a stupor, Varrel nicked his vein and let the alchemist slowly bleed to death. Varrel began to vivisect his master, looking to see how the substance had affected the man. He would remove a part, taste it and move on.
He was caught, red-mouthed in this case, and taken to prison for murder.
