You mention feat allowance in the complete series, does this include the new ones, complete mage and complete scoudrel? What about allowances of variant class features/racial substitution levels? Here is my character.
Name: Jin or Kaelan Tahlinali
Gender: Male
Race: Changling(elf, shapechanger)
Class: Ranger2/Fighter2
Alignment: NG
Patron Diety: Ancestor Worship
Str 16 –(10 pts)
Dex 15 – (6 pts) + Level 4 Stat increase
Con 14 -- (6 pts)
Int 14 -- (6 pts)
Wis 14 -- (6 pts)
Cha 8 -- (0 pts)
Hit Points 36
Action Points 7
AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 16
Init +2
BAB +4, Grap +7
Speed 30 (base 30, light load 71/76, light armor)
Fort +9, Ref +6, Will +3
+9 Melee, Masterwork Double Scimitar, 1d6+4, 18-20/x2, Slashing
+7/+7 Melee, Masterwork Double Scimitar, 1d6+3/1d6+1, 18-20/x2, Slashing
+7 Ranged, Masterwork Mighty Composite(+3)Longbow, 1d8+3, 20/x3, Piercing
+7 Melee, Dagger, 1d4+3, Piercing or Slashing
Size category: Medium 5'7" tall, 145lb, 19yrs old
Shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, tan skin
Speaks common, elven, and dwarven
Skills
+4 Bluff (3cc Ranks -1 Chr +2 Racial)
+5 Climb (2 Ranks +3 Str)
+12 Disguise (3 Ranks -1 Chr +10 circumstance)
+9 Hide (+10 in dark of shadowy illumination (5 Ranks +2cc Ranks +2 Dex +1 circumstance(maybe))
+5 Jump (2 Ranks +3 Str)
+4 Knowledge(History) (2cc Ranks +2 Int)
+4 Knowledge(Nature) (2 Ranks +2 Int)
+7 Listen (5 Ranks +2 Wis)
+9 Move Silently (5 Ranks +2cc Ranks +2 Dex)
+7 Sense Motive (3cc Ranks +2 Wis +2 Racial)
+5 Spellcraft (3cc Ranks +2 Int)
+7 Spot (5 Ranks +2 Wis)
+6 Survival (4 Ranks +2 Wis)
Feats
-Able Learner (cc skills cost only one skill point)
-Racial Emulation (gain subtype of form, qualify for feats PrCs, etc of form)
-Power Attack
-Weapon Focus (Double Scimitar)
-Track
Changeling Traits
-Shapechanger subtype
+2 bonus on saves vs sleep and charm effects
+2 racial bonus on Bluff, Intimidate, and Sense Motive
-Natural Linguist(Speak Language is always a class skill)
-Minor Change Shape(minor physical change, +10 on disguise checks)
Fighter Abilities
-Fighter Bonus feats: (Power attack and Weapon focus (double scimitar taken))
Ranger Abilities
-Favored Enemy: Humanoid(Reptilian) (+2 on bluff, sense motive, listen, spot, survival, and damage rolls involving Reptilian Humanoids)
-Wild Empathy(1d20+1 to influence the attitude of animals, works like diplomacy)
-Combat Style(gains two weapon fighting as a bonus feat, but only while wearing light or no armor)
Special
Due to being from the region of Valenar, Kaelan treats the Valenar Double Scimitar as a martial weapon
[sblock=Background]From the Journal of Kaelan Tahlinali
I don’t remember much of my childhood before I joined The Academy. What I do remember is from the stories my adoptive mother told my teacher, Argent. Argent told me the stories so I would have at least some understanding of where I came from. All they’ve left me is more questions though.
Apparently I was left in a birch bark cradle on the doorstep of a Valenar dwelling clutching a drawing of a Valenar woman with my name written on it. My adoptive mother, Amadethfel, took good care of me, but I don’t even think she knew. She was a weaver in our group. I didn’t see my father, Saebrar, much. He spent much of his time helping rebuilding ancient fortresses.
I remember being able to make minor physical changes to my body at a very young age. I realized then that I was not like the Valenar which I considered my family. I was an outsider, and I knew if they found out, they would shun me for it. I saw how they treated non-Valenar traveling through our territory. I was ashamed of my abilities and seldom spoke. My life changed shortly after my fourth birthday.
It was approaching sunset, and dinner was almost ready. I looked toward the horizon and so a mounted human silhouetted in the failing light. I knew it was a human because it sat much higher in the saddle than the Valenar. He waved, and several Valenar waved back on their way to approach him. I saw them shake hands with the man and welcome him to a seat next to a fire. My mother took his horse, it was a beautiful Valenar war horse! Who was this human that commanded the respect of the Valenar?
From my seat on the other side of the fire, I could see him talking to several of our group’s hunters. He was clad is a loose fitting white robe. I could hear the jingle of chain mail underneath it. A double scimitar was stored on his back. A longbow was over his shoulder. His hair was a silver color, and his eyes were a piercing blue. The Valenar called him Argent. I could barely hear them over the bubbling of the stew pot. At first it was casual conversation, talk of an Academy, how long it’s been since Argent was last here. It had been five years. Then the tone changed. Argent talked about how the lizardfold were growing more and more bold on attacking the citizens of Q’barra. At this point in the conversation, Argent gazed across the fire at me and stared directly into my eyes. Argent then leaned close to the hunter he was talking to and whispered into his ear. I could barely make out they said. Argent asked where I had come from. The hunter explained I was an orphan, dropped off in the night. Argent slowly nodded.
Argent went to talk to my mother. I couldn’t hear what they said, but they were both glancing at me, I could see the tears in my mother’s eyes. Had the stranger see through my disguise, did he tell my mother my secret?
The following morning my mother talked to me, she said I was going with Argent to the Academy. It would better for me there.
* * * * *
The lone elf walked slowly up to the Academy. He was dressed in dark colors, greens, browns, and black. Red splatterings were spread about his dress, like blood. A double scimitar hung on his back and a longbow was slung over his shoulder. A veil covered the lower half of his face. Elves didn’t seek training here, although there were a few elven trainers. A small crowd of teens had gathered to witness his arrival. “I don’t recognize many of them,” he thought. “I wonder if they’ll recognize me?”
No looks of recognition crossed the faces of the onlookers. Several had looks of bewilderment as the stranger raised his hand in greeting. The gathering looked back to see one of the trainers from the Academy, a silver-haired man with blue eyes. Argent raised his hand in greeting. The pair shook hands then embraced.
“Jin, it’s been months, where have you been, and where are the others? We feared you all dead.” At his words several in the group gasped. They had heard about Jin and his companions, they had departed almost two seasons ago to investigate some lizardfolk tracks that were to close to the Academy.
The elf removed his veil to reveal a trio of long scars tracing across his cheek. “My name is Kaelan now, I’ll tell you what happened.”
* * * * *
“The five of us had departed. Myself, Ilthas, Drogar, Karen, and Zislas. The cold sun lizardfold had been getting close to the Academy and the five of us had been sent to investigate and eliminate the threat if necessary. A day’s journey outside in the academy I found the tracks, they were deep and fresh. I thought is was probably a war party. We followed the tracks for several days, we just couldn’t catch up to them.”
“We were alert for any threats, but we never saw the Valenar melt out of brush. He wore shadowweave clothes and a double scimitar was in his hands. We nearly sprung into action, but he put a finger to his lips, silencing us. His name was Kaelan and he was stalking a war party of lizardfolk. Kaelan was going to attack them, but he needed to do more scouting, he asked us if we would like to join in the glory. Upon learning that I was skilled in the art of stealth, Kaelan asked if I like to accompany him on the scouting forays. I agreed.”
“We stalked the lizardfolk for about a month. We had seen their routines as predictable as they were. At the time, I didn’t know it, but we were getting farther and farther into the Cold Sun Tribes territory. Kaelan and I become close, we had many of the same skills, and the same outlook on life. He told me stories of his sacred ancestor, Feralasaliam. Feralasaliam gave him strength and skill in battle, and protected him from harm. While stalking the lizardfolk, I couldn’t help but stare at Kaelan, he was as silent as an owl and you could barely see him against the brush.”
“We were to attack the lizardfolk at dusk, but Kaelan had to do something first. He knew I wasn’t an elf, but he saw past that, to my skill as a hunter. His words echoed my feelings, we felt like brothers. He wanted to make it official, he drew his long knife and cut into his palm, all the while saying a prayer to Feralasaliam and the other ancestor sprits that guide the Valenar warriors. He took my hand in his and cut my palm as well, it hurt, but not as much as I thought. He placed our palms together. He said now I had true Valenar blood in my veins, I was one of them in body as well as mind. With that the 6 of us went into the brush to finish what we had started.”
“Zislas enchanted our weapons to make them more effective against the lizardfolk. Ilthas opened the battle with an illusionary fog, it would affect those lizardfolk who believed it was real, it had no effect on us. The rest of us charged into battle, Karen was there to heal the wounded, Drogar held his greataxe in both hands as he cut into the nearest foe.”
“Then I realized something was wrong, there were more tents, and they were larger. I saw the large footprints coming into the camp from the opposite direction. The source of those footprints then came out of one of the larger tents, blackscale lizardfolk.” The crowd gasped at this, blackscales were formidable foes, only a handful of trainers had even seen them.
It was a slaughter, Karen fell first, several blackscale javelins piercing her chest. Zislas was next, he got surrounded by Cold Sun lizardfolk and was pulled limb from limb. Drogar’s head was caved in by a blackscale greatclub. Ilthas tried to escape by going invisible but standing water gave him away. A blackscale tackled him to the earth, the only sign of Ilthas was the scream and the growing red puddle covering the ground. Kaelan fought on, his double scimitar was a blur as it cleaved off the arms several Cold Sun lizardfolk that had been near. There was too many though. I did something horrible then, I ran, I heard Kaelan’s death scream moments later. I was a coward, I left my brother to die.
I evaded Cold Sun patrols and war parties for the next two months. I thought about what I did. I honor my brother now, by mimicking his likeness, and undertaking the spiritual journey he had not completed. The goal was to have his and Feralasaliam souls becoming one. I hoped by mimicking him, I would be half the warrior he was. It is strange because I feel he is still with me. Like the feeling you get when you walk into a thin fog. I can feel him around me. I wish to return to my training Argent. Kaelan taught me a lot, but I feel like can learn much more.
*****
Kaelan groaned, stretching his back like a great jungle cat. Some training this is, he thought as he looked around at the training room he was in. This one was modeled like the inside of an bar. Hardwood floors, tables, chairs, not to mention the bar. He dipped his mop in the bucket of hot, soapy water at his feet. He had seeked to train, to further his combat ability, to honor his brother, Kaelan. Here he was mopping the floor, cleaning up the spilled water and sweat. The trainers prepared them for real life, the school wasn't just about standing in some plain featureless room mimicing one of the teachers. Here one could gain an advantage; the height of a table, the cover of the bar, spilled water to create unstable footing. Suspended, he thought again, he'd be doing dirty work like this for another month. As much as he hated it, it was the rules, he should have returned to the Academy after scouting, they had been in the wilderness way too long and way too deep into Cold Sun territory. He paused, and pulled out the picture from his belt pouch on the small of his back. It was the lovely Valenar woman and above it was scribbled "this is my son Jin, take care of him for me." He had wondered much about his real mother, was this her? Where was she, was she looking for him? Kaelan neatly folded the paper, and tucked back into his pouch.[/sblock]
[sblock=Personality] Jin, or Kaelan as he is called now, is withdrawn and still slightly ashamed of his actions in the lizardfolk camp. When he isolated himself from the rest of his Valenar family, it had an impact on his how outgoing he is as an adult. Kaelan still feels shame for leaving his brother, and getting his companions killed. Kaelan rarely speaks, he is a hunter first and foremost. However, he will not hesitate to give battle tactics to others. In the wilds, Kaelan eyes are always scanning the landscape for threats. If confronted about the happenings in the lizardfolk encampment, he insists he is a different person now. If his elf form is seen through, Kaelan, insists that he is Valenar, mind, body, and soul. When he is troubled and or alone, Kaelan will look at the picture of the Valenar woman.[/sblock]
[sblock=Appearance]Kaelan is 5’7” and 145lbs in his changeling form. In his Valenar form(which he is always in) he is a tall Valenar at 5’5” and about the same weight. Kaelan wears a dark green Darkweave explorers outfit, it is spotted with brown to mimic bloodstains. A veil covers the lower half of his face. With the veil up you can see a scar that runs horizontally under his eye. Concealed beneath the veil are two more scars parallel to the first. A longbow is on his right shoulder and a double scimitar is sheathed near it. A dagger is on his left hip, and a light mace on his right hip. A mithral shirt is concealed under his Darkweave clothes.[/sblock]
[sblock=Equipment]Mithral Chain shirt+1 (worn, 10 lb, 0 acp)
Dagger (belt, left hip, 1lb)
Light Mace(belt, right hip, 5lb)
Vest of Resistance +1 (worn, 1lb)
2 Belt Pouches (belt front and back, 1lb)
Darkweave Explorers Outfit(Worn, 8lb)
Backpack (center back, 2lb)
Bedroll (below backpack, 5lbwt)
MW Double Scimitar (sheathed over right shoulder, 15wt)
Masterwork Mighty Composite(+3) longbow (right shoulder, 3lb)
Quiver of arrows(20 arrows, left shoulder, 3lb)
2 Triple Weapon Capsule Retainers(one on each of end of double scimitar)
3 Sundrods (backpack, 3lb)
Waterskin- water (backpack, 4lb)
Flint & Steel (backpack)
Trail Rations- 2 days (backpack, 2lb)
Silk Rope, 50ft (backpack, 5lb)
Whetstone (backpack, 1lb)
Alchemist Fire (backpack, 1lb)
Wand of Cure light wounds 50 charges(backpack)
4 Quickflame weapon capsules(one on each end of double scimitar, others in backpack)
4 Quickfrost weapon capsules(one on each end of double scimitar, others in backpack)
4 Quickshock weapon capsules(one on each end of double scimitar, others in backpack)
4 Quicksilver weapon capsules(backpack)
4 Ghostblight weapon capsules(backpack)
2 Auran Masks(backpack, *lb)
Coins- 3gp, 6sp, 8cp ( belt pouch,back, ~.2lb)
Traveling Papers (belt pouch, front)
Identification Papers (belt pouch, front)
Keenear powder (belt pouch, front)
Fareye oil(belt pouch, front)
Picture of Valenar woman(belt pouch, back)[/sblock]
Progression:
5th Warshaper 1
6th Warshaper2, Bladebearer of the Valenar
7th Revenant Blade1
8th Revenant Blade2
9th Revenant Blade3, Improved two weapon fighting(if can get 17 dex) if not leap attack
10th Revenant Blade4
Goals:
Find the identity of the Valenar woman drawn on the piece of paper he carries.
Avenge his brother, Kaelan, and find his zaelshin tu.
Find Kaelan's family and tell them of how he was killed.
Find his real mother.
Become a great Valenar warrior.