KikuNoMaru
First Post
Here's my character submission for the game (http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=2761883#post2761883)
Appearance:
Of average height and build, Lliend is a quiet man with moppy brown hair and tanned complexion. He bears little facial hair and has no distinguishing facial features save for a piece of hair missing from his right eyebrow, near the edge - the result of a poorly timed knife thrust on behalf of one of the owners from who he liberated his 'goods'. His eyes vibrant blue, and quite large, giving the impression that he is either more alert or more studious.
Background:
Liend was jailed the first time for 'theft'. At least thats what they call it when you free an elf. For many years, he had worked with others in the dangerous work of freeing elves.
It is his strong belief that no-one should be the property of another, regardless of their race. He continued his work until the line of slaves was infiltrated by the police and he was captured. Charged with 'theft', his new calling is breaking rocks and doing menial work with fellow inmates and the few elves that are here.
Liend is a man with a mission. As a child his family had a number of slaves to help around the house. Though they were not rich, they were well off, his father having been in the field of design and engineering many steamcraft tools. Liend, being but a child, became attached to his keepers; His parents were often too busy to pay attention to him. When they discovered his familiarity with the work, they sold the slaves and hired new help, instructing them to not be friendly with Liend lest they get fired - or worse. Being a child, one quickly forgets after a time, much like Liend did. As he grew older, his mind became filled with other troubles - school, work, life. That is, until one day he saw an elf being prepared to be hung. His mind was much like the rest of the population at this point, uncaring about such an object - much like other things, the train o thought was - if it doesn't work properly - get rid of it and get a new one. The rope pulled taut and the crowd roared. At first it was his imagination - his eyes saw the elf choking and imagined he was saying something. But then he heard the voice. "Liend - help me." It was impossible of course. The crowd was much to loud, he thought. The elf looked at him, his eyes clear and pleading. Help me.
It was hours before he moved. The square was empty now, the gallow free of the judges, the rope removed. He had attracted many stares from the crowd after the hanging, and some even approached him, trying to shake him out of his stupor - but he just stood there. Fractured images of his childhood, his keeper, flooded back to him, and his entire life replayed before his eyes - and he had realized something. They were the same. Sure they were different in some aspects: Of course humans were cleaner, more cultured, and looked different. But still, he couldn't shake the sense - the unquantifable idea that they were the same form, with different shells.
In the church they were taught that humans had the ability to be reincarnated - they had bodies and souls, two seperate parts of existance. Once the soul was seperated, through death, it could be reunited with its body if done quickly enough. When he saw the elf being hanged - his friend being hanged, he saw, perhaps as a manifestation of his grief - a brief incorporeal shadow leave the elves body as it shuddered and hung limp. The shadow was shapeless - it didn't resemeble the elf, or any mortal form. If the soul is shapeless, that what is to stop it from entering a different shell - it would fit any vessel, even a human or an elf. They were the same.
That was the past - since then he had changed. After being caught in his trade of transporting elves to freedom, he was jailed. Now, as he sits in his cell, he realizes he doesn't regret anything. As he turns over on his bunk to try and get some rest, he pushes the voice to the back of his head. It's a mute whisper now, a simple buzzing in his ears - but he can still faintly hear it. "Liend. Help me."
Code:
[B]Name:[/B] Lliend Caplin
[B]Class:[/B] Cleric 2
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Size:[/B] M
[B]Gender:[/B] M
[B]Alignment:[/B] NG
[B]Deity:[/B] --
[B]Str:[/B] 12 +1 (2p.) [B]Level:[/B] 2 [B]XP:[/B] 1000
[B]Dex:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +1 [B]HP:[/B] 14 (2d8+2)
[B]Con:[/B] 13 +1 (5p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +2 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] -/-
[B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (4p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 20' [B]Spell Res:[/B] --
[B]Wis:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Init:[/B] +0 [B]Spell Save:[/B] --
[B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -8 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] --%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +6 +2 +0 +0 +0 +0 18
[B]Touch:[/B] 10 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 18
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] +3 +1 +4
[B]Ref:[/B] +0 +0 +0
[B]Will:[/B] +3 +2 +5
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Mace, Lt +2 1d6+1 x2
Mw Mace, Hvy +3 1d8+1 x2
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Elvish, Dwarvish.
[B]Abilities:[/B] Turn Undead (9x/day)
--Human--
Extra Feat [1st lvl]
All languages avail.
Extra skill pts
Favoured Class : Any.
--Cleric--
Weapons: simple.
Armor: light, medium, shields.
Turn Undead (3 + cha times / day)
Domain: Fate
[B]Feats:[/B][list]
[*]Extra turning
[*]Domain Spontaneity
[/list]
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 25 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 4/2
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Concentration 4 +1 +5
Knowledge (Religion) 5 +1 +6
Knowledge (Arcana) 5 +1 +6
Knowledge (Steamcraft) 4 +1 +5
Heal 2 +2 +4
Spellcraft 4 +1 +2 +7
Speak (Dwarvish) 1
[b]Spells:[/b] 4/3+d
0:
Cure Minor Wounds x2
Guidance x 2
1:
Nimbus of Light x3
True Strike (d)
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Mace, hvy 312gp 8lb
Mace, lt 5gp 4lb
Banded Mail 250gp 35lb
Shield, Hvy, steel 20gp 15lb
Backpack 2gp 2lb
Bedroll 1sp 5lb
Holy Symbol, silver 25gp 1lb
Manacles, mw 50gp 2lb
Lock, good 80gp 1lb
Signal Whistle 8sp --
False-btm Scrollcase x2 3gp --
Gem, Amber 100gp --
Gem, Bloodstone 50gp --
[B]Total Weight:[/B]75lb [B]Money:[/B] 20sp 10cp
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 43 86 130 260 650
[B]Age:[/B] 22
[B]Height:[/B] 5'7"
[B]Weight:[/B] 152lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Blue
[B]Hair:[/B] Brown
[B]Skin:[/B] TanAppearance:
Of average height and build, Lliend is a quiet man with moppy brown hair and tanned complexion. He bears little facial hair and has no distinguishing facial features save for a piece of hair missing from his right eyebrow, near the edge - the result of a poorly timed knife thrust on behalf of one of the owners from who he liberated his 'goods'. His eyes vibrant blue, and quite large, giving the impression that he is either more alert or more studious.
Background:
Liend was jailed the first time for 'theft'. At least thats what they call it when you free an elf. For many years, he had worked with others in the dangerous work of freeing elves.
It is his strong belief that no-one should be the property of another, regardless of their race. He continued his work until the line of slaves was infiltrated by the police and he was captured. Charged with 'theft', his new calling is breaking rocks and doing menial work with fellow inmates and the few elves that are here.
Liend is a man with a mission. As a child his family had a number of slaves to help around the house. Though they were not rich, they were well off, his father having been in the field of design and engineering many steamcraft tools. Liend, being but a child, became attached to his keepers; His parents were often too busy to pay attention to him. When they discovered his familiarity with the work, they sold the slaves and hired new help, instructing them to not be friendly with Liend lest they get fired - or worse. Being a child, one quickly forgets after a time, much like Liend did. As he grew older, his mind became filled with other troubles - school, work, life. That is, until one day he saw an elf being prepared to be hung. His mind was much like the rest of the population at this point, uncaring about such an object - much like other things, the train o thought was - if it doesn't work properly - get rid of it and get a new one. The rope pulled taut and the crowd roared. At first it was his imagination - his eyes saw the elf choking and imagined he was saying something. But then he heard the voice. "Liend - help me." It was impossible of course. The crowd was much to loud, he thought. The elf looked at him, his eyes clear and pleading. Help me.
It was hours before he moved. The square was empty now, the gallow free of the judges, the rope removed. He had attracted many stares from the crowd after the hanging, and some even approached him, trying to shake him out of his stupor - but he just stood there. Fractured images of his childhood, his keeper, flooded back to him, and his entire life replayed before his eyes - and he had realized something. They were the same. Sure they were different in some aspects: Of course humans were cleaner, more cultured, and looked different. But still, he couldn't shake the sense - the unquantifable idea that they were the same form, with different shells.
In the church they were taught that humans had the ability to be reincarnated - they had bodies and souls, two seperate parts of existance. Once the soul was seperated, through death, it could be reunited with its body if done quickly enough. When he saw the elf being hanged - his friend being hanged, he saw, perhaps as a manifestation of his grief - a brief incorporeal shadow leave the elves body as it shuddered and hung limp. The shadow was shapeless - it didn't resemeble the elf, or any mortal form. If the soul is shapeless, that what is to stop it from entering a different shell - it would fit any vessel, even a human or an elf. They were the same.
That was the past - since then he had changed. After being caught in his trade of transporting elves to freedom, he was jailed. Now, as he sits in his cell, he realizes he doesn't regret anything. As he turns over on his bunk to try and get some rest, he pushes the voice to the back of his head. It's a mute whisper now, a simple buzzing in his ears - but he can still faintly hear it. "Liend. Help me."
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