 About VynlastianName Vynlastian..........................Race Aasimar
Traits:
Ability Scores STR 16 [+3]
Initiative [+1]=1/- Special Abilities
Halo: Some aasimars possess the ability to manifest halos. An aasimar with this racial trait can create light centered on her head at will as a spell-like ability. When using her halo, she gains a +2 circumstance bonus on Intimidate checks against evil creatures and on saving throws against becoming blinded or dazzled. This racial trait replaces the darkvision racial trait. Incorruptible: Occasionally, aasimars arise with the ability to further ward away evil. Aasimars with this racial trait can cast corruption resistance (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player’s Guide 212) against evil once per day as a spell-like ability. If an aasimar uses this ability on herself, the duration increases to 1 hour per level. This racial trait replaces the spell-like ability racial trait. Favored Class: Paladin Background:
"I have lived my life thus far in the hope that I could serve the Inheritor. Her Acts are an inspiration, her prowess in battle is something all warriors should aspire to. Her pursuit of Justice is what this world needs. I hoped beyond all hopes to serve her and her people. Then, I was called. Her voice was beautiful and commanding. My bloodline was a target of my peers for their jealousy, but it will now be a tool to bring Her light to the dark corners of Golarion. I have been on a pilgrimage here in Ustalav for the last two years, and it was then that I met the Professor. I was hired to help him purge an ancient tomb of the undead. I would have done so for free, but he insisted on paying me. I pray his soul finds it's home in the afterlife. Rest in peace, Petros Lorrimor."
Vynlastian was born nearly a century ago in the city of Vigil, the capital of Lastwall, which is the well known country that claimed it's independence from Taldor during Cheliax's rebellion some centuries ago. It is said that his birth was one marked by a sudden, and to some unnerving, peace that settled around the country, as if all battles simply ceased for a short period to honor the birth of a destined and Heavens-touched soul. This is, of course, nonsense, as the orcs of Belkzen stop fighting for no one, be they man or god, and is primarily told by those wishing to kiss up to Vynlastian, or prop up their city as the site of yet another wondrous event. In truth, his birth was no more celebrated than any others, no choir of angels descended from on high, no benevolent voices from above claiming him as their progeny. As far as anyone could tell, he was just another half elf child. At least for the first year or so. Shortly after his birth, his mother, a Chelish woman whose name no one can quite remember, died, surrounded by priests of Iomedae, who could do nothing but look on as her life faded away. Therefore, he was raised by his father, for whom this was an enormous undertaking. Verial, for that was his name, had no more experience with child rearing than he did identifying the subtle differences between different dwarven smith's works, Which is to say none. However, he managed to raise this boy more or less on his own, until the aforementioned year or so passed. The boy was never ill, rarely cried, and most extraordinary of all, on his first birthday, he manifested a halo of radiant light above his head. This, of course, was a surprise to Verial, as well as the rest of the city. When Vynlastian had been brought to the temple of Iomedae, the priests examined him, declared him to be of celestial blood, and blessed him, a redundant and self indulgent gesture on their part. When he grew to the age of twenty-four, he was given to the church to become a priest for two reasons: first, Verial was pressured into doing so by the clergy, for such a person to be in the priesthood would be an enormous boon to the faith, and second, Vynlastian had requested it vehemently. Torn between his desire for his son to live a normal life and his desire for his son to be happy, he finally let him join the clergy. For many years, Vynlastian studied the doctrine of Iomedae, and grew to be a wise and respected priest in Vigil. However, more and more, he got the feeling that people only came to him because of his uniqueness. And so, he petitioned the leader of his circle to allow him to work on the front lines, helping out there as he could. He was, however, refused. Time and again he petitioned, until finally, they stopped accepting his requests, saying that the church couldn't risk such an asset, and that he should be satisfied with the work he did, and did he think he was too good for the duties laid out before him? This, for Vynlastian, was the final straw. He was ashamed that he had, in his superior's eyes, overstepped his bounds. He didn't think himself too good for the work he did, he simply felt his talents could be better used in other capacities. The years went by, and the leader of his circle was replaced many times. Finally, one of his superiors saw him going about his duties, but there was no life in it. Vynlastian had lost his passion for his work. He took Vynlastian aside, and they spoke for a time, and after pressing him for the reason behind his malaise, Vynlastian finally told him of his desire to help in a more direct way. His transfer was swift and immediate. He was put to work right away, tending the wounded, and blessing the troops before they rushed into battle with the orcs. He found, however, that even here, his duties were more administrative than anything else. He was still being sheltered by the powers that be. Then it all came down. The orcs had been building their numbers for some time, and the knights of Lastwall were unprepared. The orcish horde spilled over the border, slaughtering as they came. Vynlastian was tending to a group of knights who had been wounded in a previous skirmish when he heard the roar of the rampaging orcs. He heard a woman's voice in his head bidding him to take up the sword, calling him to battle. He looked about, and saw a woman, resplendent in her armor. She looked at him sternly, and told him that now was his time, now he would serve her in the capacity he was destined for. He grabbed a nearby shield, drew his sword, and charged out of the tent, a song to Iomedae on his lips. A sea of orcs surrounded him, very few knights remained. He cut his way to a group of soldiers, his battle song ringing out over the clamor of combat. The sight of Vynlastian fighting his way through the horde was inspiring. He stood tall, a halo of light around his head, and the voice of an angel singing praises to their goddess, they joined him in battle and in song, coming to the aid of all the other soldiers they came across. Finally, the group was about a hundred strong, but still outnumbered by at least three to one. A new song was sung, one of retribution, of vengeance for all those who had fallen, and Vynlastian led the charge into the bulk of the horde. They held the orcs off, wearing down at them, then retreating only to strike at them again all through the night until reinforcements arrived at dawn to push back the green tide. The battle won, Vynlastian was made into a full knight paladin of his order. he received a commendation from his commander, and given command of a regiment of troops. He led them in victory for several years. Some time later, in a deep sleep, he dreamed of a bright fortress among the clouds, it's parapets manned with angels and banners of the Inheritor. He walked into the courtyard and was met by the same woman he saw on the day of the orc attack. She smiled warmly at him, and told him it was time for him to leave Lastwall, that events were in motion in Ustalav that would require his attention. She said no more of what events she meant, but that he would be needed. This was why he was called into paladinhood, why he had gone through the things he had. He then woke up, and the next day he left for Ustalav, resigning his post. He has been in Ustalav for the past two years, doing good where he can, always on the alert for the danger of which his goddess spoke.
Description:
Vynlastian is a tall, handsome man, resembling a half elf, but his looks are too elegant, too perfect for that to be all. The bright eyes and the halo about his head marks him as an Aasimar, one touched by the celestial planes. Wearing the armor of a crusader, and bearing the holy symbol of Iomedae on his shield, there is no mistake as to what he is; a holy champion of his goddess. Clad in red and silver, he takes his faith in Iomedae and his duty to Justice and Good very seriously. His horse is named Arnisant.
Feats:
Angelic Blood Your blood is infused with holy power. Prerequisites: Con 13, aasimar. Benefit: You gain a +2 bonus on saving throws against effects with the evil descriptor and on Constitution checks to stabilize when you are reduced to negative hit points (but not dead). Furthermore, each time you take bleed or blood drain damage, each undead creature or creature with the evil subtype that is currently adjacent to you also takes 1 point of damage.
Arnisant:
XP 600 N Large animal Init +4; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +8 DEFENSE AC 18, touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+4 Dex, –1 size, +2 natural, +3 Barding)
OFFENSE Speed 50 ft.
STATISTICS Str 20, Dex 18, Con 21, Int 2, Wis 17, Cha 11
Skills with Math:
4 ranks per level, not including favored class [-]Acrobatics -2=1/-/-3
Saves:
Fort-4=2/2/-/-/- Reflex-1=1/0/-/-/- Will-6=2/4/-/-/- Attack:
BAB-1 CMB-4=1/3/- Weapons
Heavy Mace
Defense:
Health- 12 hp Armor Class-19=10/6/2/1/-/-/-/-
CMD 15=1+3+1+0+10 Armor Class Gear
Mwk Heavy Steel Shield
Spell Resistance=0
Class Abilities:
Aura of Good Detect Evil Smite Evil 1/day Spell list:
Other Possessions
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