Chaotic Neutral Medium Tiefling(Oni spawn) Adaptive Shifter 6;

Init 4; Senses Darkvision; Perception: +13

DEFENSE

AC 22, touch 16, flat-footed 20

hp 52

Fort 8, Ref 8, Will 7

OFFENSE

Speed 20 ft.

Melee Claw (1d4) +9 (1d4+9 ), Claw (1d4) +9 (1d4+9 ), shifter weapon(1d4) +9 (1d4+9 ),

STATISTICS

Str 19, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 8, Wis 18, Cha 10

Base Atk + +6; CMB +10; CMD 23

Feats Fiend Sight; Power Attack; Shapeshifter Style;

Racial: prehensile tail, maw or claw(claw attacks)

SQ Adaptive Claws; Bonus Languages; Defensive Instinct; Lasting Adaptation; Low-Light Vision; Reactive Aspect; Shifter's Fury; Unfettered Wild Shape;Forms(spiked x2, scouting, resisting,?)

Skills Acrobatics +8; Climb +9; Fly +6; Handle Animal +4; Knowledge (nature) +4; Perception +13; Stealth +8; Survival +12; Swim +8;

Equipment Amulet of mighty fists +1; Belt of giant strength +2; Cloak of resistance +1; Headband of inspired wisdom +2; Ring of Protection +1;Lamelar(horn)+1

When not traveling Ramuel she spent her days, often month at a time, with different members of the circle, running with the feral elve Elenas and his wolves, hiding with Bob, whose race and gender are hidden behind rags upon rags, and the rats, walking a part of the way with a variety of colorful lives.

Nisha grew up to be a girl with unique powers only matched by a unique worldview, her concept of nature includes the wilds, towns and even cities. She is absolutely certain of her own greatness, sure that she is the ultimate lifeform(able to survive and thrive in almost any environment (besides aquatic, she never liked water or washing)).
she can be clever when she needs to be, but her smarts are not her strength (she's barely literate). a rather physical person. Likes change,and rarely backs down from a challenge. Easily distracted but commits fully to a course of action.

brown hair, green eyes, rather short, just old enough to adventure, two small conical horns on her forhead, teeth that almost count as fangs and a tiger's tail. Preferred to go barefoot

when she heard about an aldori swordlord gathering people to claim the stolen lands, she set out, intend to claim the queendom she always (roughly since she heard of the possibility to claim one) wanted. Nisha misjudged the distance (and got sidetracked), but kept on traveling, even after she heard rumors about someone else already having claimed the lands, reasoning that any nation will surely be in dire need of her awesomeness.

But that changed when the dreams started, dreams that showed her taking actions, she knew were wrong according to the sermons of Mithra, but just little things that would benefit her a little thievery here, a little creatively worded truth to keep a bit of change as pocket money. At first she resisted like a good little girl, but in a moment of weakness she stole a piece of candy. Afterwards she was nervous about someone finding out, about Mithra punishing her like the priest told her he would. But nothing happened, thus she got bolder, went a little further each time. And the few times she was caught in her wrongdoings, she avoided punishment with natural charm and clever worded truth.

As she grew older the dreams showed her much more beyond petty crimes for personal gain, they showed her victories of will and steel under a red star against counless enemys, they showed victory in honorary single combat, victory through treachery but never herself breaking the letter of the world she had given.

With Maria growing her crimes grew as well, up to murder, even if she didn't intend to kill the girl she pushed down the stairs for having to much interest in a boy Maria liked. What lead to her trip to Branderscar was a simple mistakes, words spoken in anoyance and without thinking. There was a certain young noble, of no great importance, but a noble never the less, that took a liking to the tiefling girl, for she was quite charming and easy on the eye, and didn't accept no for an answer. While she might have considered it if he intended marriage, he was looking at best for a mistress and was well known for that. This she questioned his intentions and his honour and asked him to defend it with the blade if he so dared. Unfortunately he accepted to not lose face in front of his hangers-ons.
They met at dawn in an empty warehouse, stated their terms and faced each other with steel in hand. No one including Maria herself expect her to win, a girl who never wielded a sword against a boy who had received extensive training. But everything came different, when he lazily swung his sword at the tiefling, Maria with a surety of movement she only experienced in her dreams instead of raising her blade for a haphazard block spun to the side, like she dreamt doing so many times, her sword darting out towards the fops neck, decapitating him with a single swings, surprise forever frozen on his face. After panicking she managed to get everyone to agree to keep the whole thing quite, mostly by reminding everyone of the consequences their involvement would have for them and their families.

But someone broke when the body was found and the investigation started.

Angelyn of whitecrest / the devil of Swanford

  “May Mitra have mercy upon your wretched, damned soul.” 
were the last words Sir Balin of Karfeld spoke to the girl that had terrorised the city of Swanford for weeks. Her reply surprised him as it wasn't something any of the the heretics bevor had offered as excuse or insult. 
"Mitra had denied me his mercy when I need it the most, when I prayed and hoped, why would he give it now"

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Angelyn was born into a family of minor nobles. Her mother knew how to handle the energetic and often whimsical child, with much love and quite a bit cleverness.

Everything was well until Angelyn's mother fell I'll. When it turned out to be serious, her father asked for a healer to come, when the priest's magic failed he asked for another one. It went like that for weeks, more important and powerful clerics coming each weak, and each of them fail to improve her condition, while her daughter offered prayer after prayer at her bedside.

When her mother finally died Angelyn's grief turned into anger, why had Mitra the most powerful of all the gods refused to safe her mothers life? Why had he betrayed those who where fateful to him? Thus the young girl swore vengeance. As Mitra himself was out of her reach (for now) she directed her rage at those following him directly, his priesthood. Angelyn spend all her free time training in secret to be ready one day to reap vengeance.

When the day she felt ready finally came , she snuck out of the mansion, that felt cold and empty without her mother, armed and Masked to hunt down the servants of the traitor good. As luck would have it she stumbled upon a lone priest, just on his way back from the bad part of town to the temple. So she struck as the cleric passed the alleyway she was hiding in, the blade of her rapier barely missed his vitals, sliding of a rip and causing a nasty stomach wound. Panicked Angelyn retreated, before the stunned priest could raise alarm. When she heard nothing crys of alarm, she decided to investigate and check if the priest might have died from his wound. Following the  bloody tracks without much trouble she found the wounded cleric, who seemed to have tried to heal the wound with what little magic he had remaining, who was barely able to keep on walking. Not willing to waste the oppertunity she struck again, inflicting a deep cut on his leg and retreated again, this time observing his struggles. Striking again and again each time it seemed like the cleric got his hopes up. When he stopped moving she walked up to him, turned him on his back with a foot and looked into his face, seeing the hope die in his eyes she finished him off with two quick cuts, having him bleed out on the cobblestones of the road.

She continued her hunts, finding prey roughly once a week as she was careful and the followers of Mitra got more careful as well. Angelyn was delighted when the rumors of the devil of Swanford reached her. Unbeknownst to her by this time Sir Balin of Karfeld, renown Witch hunter, had been called. Her hunts came to an end when her blade met armor under the robes instead of flesh. Angelyn almost managed to escape from the disguise solider and his reinforcements, using every trick and holdout she had.

After she was unmasked it was decided to keep the true identity of the devil of Swanford a secret, to not embarrass her family, after they were cleared of all suspicion. Angelyn was declared dead and send to burnscar.

Personality 
Calculating and hedonistic 
Reacts very badly towards betrayal  (especially for supperiors) extends the same kind of loyalty towards those following her. 
Doesn't not worship any god. 
Will lie or kill without hesitation to reach her goals.

Looks 
Social: 
Longarm flowing hair framing a cute face with amber eyes and a small nose. She moves with the effortlessly grace and implicidness of a cat. She wears a beautiful dress that accents her lite frame and is easy to move in.

Vigilante: 
She wears a mask covering her eyes and the upper part of her face, it wouldn't look out of place at a mask ball at Some estate. Her black hair is styled to look like horns or the ears of a cat. She walks fluid and effortless like an apex predator, sure in her superiority over everything before her. She wears a black cloak hiding much of her body, what is visible is clothed in dark fabric.

Tiefling Unchained Rogue(cutpurse) 1;
Chaotic Neutral small outsider (native)
Init: +3Senses: +5 darkvision  60-ft
DEFENSE
AC: 20 Touch: 15 Flat-Footed: 16
HP: 10
Fort:2 Ref: 5Will: 1
OFFENSE
Speed: 30
Melee: +4 dagger (1d3+1,19x2), Shortsword  (1d4+1,19x2)
Ranged: +4 shortbow 1d4, handcrosbow 1d3
STATISTICS
Str 13Dex 17Con 14 Int 16 Wis 13 Cha 11
Base Atk: 0 CMB +2/+3 CMD 15
Skills: Acrobatics +7; Bluff +6; Disable Device +7; Disguise +4; Escape Artist +7; Knowledge (local,dungeoneering) +7; Perception +5; Sense Motive +5;
Sleight of Hand +7; Stealth +9; Use Magic Device +4; Appraise +7,
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Feats: Dodge; Weapon Finesse;
Specials: Finesse Training; Measure the Mark; Sneak Attack +1d6;
Equipment: Kit, rogue's;
Traits:repel sin, chance encounter
Racial: grasping tail, small size
DESCRIPTION
A PFRPG character build.

Even at a young age the tiefling girl was one of the best cutpurses the guild had and had already payed of a good chunk of the money she owned the guild for raising her. It happened when she misjudged a mark, a chelish solider,  near the gate and had to run outside of town, but got lost. Wandering the surroundings till it got dark. Perilously close to the worldwound she was found by a mysterious woman, wearing the symbol of Desna, who helped her avoid a group of kultists and lead her home. Even if Liza insists she would have made it back by herself she started wearing a symbol of the Starsong she made herself.

While she was blessed by luck since her unwilling exploration of the surrounding landscape the tiefling girl, that could still pass as a human child, got careless and was caught with her hand in the pocket of crusader commander. After his armored gloves resisted Liza's sharp teeth she was given the choice of joining the crusade for a year and a day or face the usual punishment.  Feeling rather attached to her hands she agreed.

Looks:
Shoulderlength unruly brown hair , green eyes, a button nose and a cheeky grin, hiding a set of sharp teeth.
Roughly the height of a child or a  halfling
A tail covered in short brown hair, with longer ones near the tip(like a desert mouse)
lacks a navel (she herself wonders how that worked)

Personality:
Curious, greedy , rude and a bit overconfident in her own skills
Clever, quick witted and loyal to her frinds

 TARA MYLES
Tiefling Cleric(fiendish vessal) 2;
Lawful Evil Medium
Init: +3Senses: +7 darkvision 60ft
DEFENSE
AC: 20Touch: 13 Flat-Footed: 17
HP: 17
Fort: 5Ref: 3Will: 6 (+2 vs charm and compulsion)
OFFENSE
Speed: 20
Melee: +4 whip 1d3, +4 light mace 1d6
Ranged: +4
Cleric spells prepared (CL 2; concentration +5)
1st (3/day)- Bless (DC 14), Protection from Good (DC 14), Summon Monster I (DC 14),
0th (at will)- Detect Magic (DC 13), Guidance (DC 13), Read Magic (DC 13), Stabilize (DC 13),
STATISTICS
Str 10 Dex 16 Con14 Int 8Wis16 Cha 10
Base Atk: 1 CMB 1 CMD 14
Skills: Knowledge (planes,nobility, history ) +3; Knowledge (religion) +3; Perception +4; Intimidate  +5; Diplomacy +1, profession  (barrister) +7, linguistic +3
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Feats: Weapon Finesse;
Specials: Aura; Channel Energy (Cleric) +1d6; Channel Evil; Hell’s Corruption; prohibition;
 Domains: Evil (Devil); Rune (Legislation);
Traits: prehensile whip, birthmark, oppressive expectations, Princes
Languages:common, infernal, Thassilonian
Alternativeracial: prehensile tail, asuraspawn
Equipment:
DESCRIPTION

During her early life the young tiefling showed some talent for language, speaking and later reading much earlier than usual, and for the usage of whips. While she enjoyed using that talent to discipline the servants, but never did without reason and gave reward for good service as well.

Lord Myles was an avid collector especially of ancient texts. By luck he was able to aquire an old Thassilonian book, a magical text, written in unknown runes that refused any attempt to translate them with magic. The book fascinated Tara from the moment she first laid her eyes on it. One day she couldn't resist it's call any longer and snuck into the room her father used to display his collection. Once she held the book in her hands, she could read the title, "seven virtues of rule". Fascinated by the text she read, she didn't notice the passing of time. When her parents found her she was sitting on the floor reading, illuminated by a soft gold and green glow, the runes on her skin forming Lissala's symbol on her forhead.

The fact that their daughter was chosen by a God  took some time to get used to, but as the teachings of Asmodeus and Lissala agree on most points, her parents decided that it was an advantage for the house of Myles. Thus they hired tutors to teach her the clerical skills Tara couldn't teach herself from her goddess's scripture.

Personality:
Has high expectations of everyone, including herself
Does not hesitate to give punishment and rewards
Thirsts for knowledge
Headstrong

Concept:

True master
Noblesse oblige
Chosen by the gods
Noble girl with a whip
Runic power

Goals:
Reintroduce the "seven virtues of rule " into society
Found a temple of Lissala

Secrets:
A proficie of Lissala

A pact made by her infernal Ancestor

People:
Father
Mother
Big sister
Rose , her favourite halfling slave

Feron Dale, minor noble,  her age, started as an argument over the nature of the right to rule, hate each other with passion

Memorys:
First time she punished a slave with her whip
The book
Setting out to help with the rebellion