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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 3152773" data-attributes="member: 4441"><p>Ok, here's my character concept:</p><p></p><p><u><strong>Maraat Jaasakah - Marot "The Deadly"</strong></u></p><p></p><p><strong>Background</strong> - I belong to the Ghaash'kala, and I owe them my life. I was raised by them since I was five years of age. I love our sar'malaan Gan'dal Homm, and I respect our kizshmit Svash Ramaal. I learned all they had to teach me when my mother brought me out of the Demon Wastes, and I know all I know of honor by the hands of the Jaasakah tribe.</p><p></p><p>Yet each breath I draw now spits upon all they stand for. I dishonor them each day I live. Even so, I feel I must, and yet I curse my own weakness that led me to choose life over honorable death at the hands of my tribe. I was only thirteen when I began to show the signs of sakah; those touched by the rakshasa rajahs. My mother was fair, my dead father similar, so she said. I bore hair of fire-red, an unnatural shade the color of dancing flames that never graced a human head before. Powers began to flow through me, giving me power at my very fingertips. Dark arrows of light, shadowed essense that gave me a silver tongue, fell magic that let me see in the deepest darkness...</p><p></p><p>This was not the power of dragon magic, or magic wrought through words or runes, nor was it the clean power of Kalok Shash, the cleansing flame. Gan'dal Homm told me my power rose from the rakshasas themselves, and that I had been chosen to be their agent of darkness. I cried when my fate was foretold. My mother did not live out the night after the news. I spent the night huddled in a pit, bound hand a foot, awaiting the dawn for the death it would bring me. But something with me rebelled. A white-furred rat came and gnawed through my bonds, urging me in my mind to flee my tribe before my blood was spilled. Crying, I took my new companion with me and fled into the night, my own dark powers protecting me. </p><p></p><p>My own cowardice has protected me from death at the hands of my adopted family. And their own teachings have led me to protect the lives of many more. Somehow I am determined to honor them as well as I can. I may be a pawn of the rakshasas, but I will do nothing but good with my powers, no matter what comes.</p><p></p><p>When I left the Demon Wastes, I ran straight into the Last War. But luck, or Kalok Shash's favor, was still with me, and I found myself in the holy land of Thrane. Here Kalok Shash's other face, the Silver Flame, illuminated me within. Though I was stranger than snake feet to them, the Silver Flame could find no evil in my heart, and no harm in my thoughts. With great reluctance, I was sent to prove myself against the undead hoards of Karrnath.</p><p></p><p>Here was a place where my dark powers could be put to good use. While they destroyed, they also cleansed, and I felt as if I were doing real good for the first time in my life. Many years I battled against Karrnath for Thrane, and even those who cared not for me in the beginning began to offer me bits of kindness. I gathered scars of the mind and of the skin, and yet I could not stop in the face of such overwhelming force... or my own determination to prove my own worth.</p><p></p><p>The Treaty of Thronehold was hard on many warriors, for how could they rest when the armies that had committed such atrocities still ran at large? Yet the destruction of fair Cyre, and the creation of the Mournland, was enough to cool the bloodlust of even the heartiest. I have drifted as I may in these last two years, seeking employment with others of Thrane to clear pockets of rogue undead and foul demon-spawn. Yet now with no greater cause before me, I wonder and fear if the rajahs might try to reclaim their pawn...</p><p></p><p><strong>Primary Role/Distinguishing Abilities</strong> - Party face and blaster. I intend to take Beguiling Influence and Eldritch Spear, as well as Devil's Sight and Darkness, eventually. He would also take Obtain Familiar as a feat, and Touch of Deception (PGtE pg. 35) to represent his tainted heritage. I would have him be human, but obviously a little bit not human as well. </p><p></p><p><strong>Quirks</strong> - I see Maraat as having a silver tongue that he is not always entirely comfortable with. He was raised to consider the powers that he developed to be demon-touched abominations. While he knows he can help change people's attitudes for the better, he tends to agonize over the ethics of them. He was also raised a barbarian, then spent the next several years in a military theocracy. He doesn't do "frivolous" entertainment, and has several odd customs he goes through daily in an attempt to "purify" himself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 3152773, member: 4441"] Ok, here's my character concept: [U][B]Maraat Jaasakah - Marot "The Deadly"[/B][/U] [B]Background[/B] - I belong to the Ghaash'kala, and I owe them my life. I was raised by them since I was five years of age. I love our sar'malaan Gan'dal Homm, and I respect our kizshmit Svash Ramaal. I learned all they had to teach me when my mother brought me out of the Demon Wastes, and I know all I know of honor by the hands of the Jaasakah tribe. Yet each breath I draw now spits upon all they stand for. I dishonor them each day I live. Even so, I feel I must, and yet I curse my own weakness that led me to choose life over honorable death at the hands of my tribe. I was only thirteen when I began to show the signs of sakah; those touched by the rakshasa rajahs. My mother was fair, my dead father similar, so she said. I bore hair of fire-red, an unnatural shade the color of dancing flames that never graced a human head before. Powers began to flow through me, giving me power at my very fingertips. Dark arrows of light, shadowed essense that gave me a silver tongue, fell magic that let me see in the deepest darkness... This was not the power of dragon magic, or magic wrought through words or runes, nor was it the clean power of Kalok Shash, the cleansing flame. Gan'dal Homm told me my power rose from the rakshasas themselves, and that I had been chosen to be their agent of darkness. I cried when my fate was foretold. My mother did not live out the night after the news. I spent the night huddled in a pit, bound hand a foot, awaiting the dawn for the death it would bring me. But something with me rebelled. A white-furred rat came and gnawed through my bonds, urging me in my mind to flee my tribe before my blood was spilled. Crying, I took my new companion with me and fled into the night, my own dark powers protecting me. My own cowardice has protected me from death at the hands of my adopted family. And their own teachings have led me to protect the lives of many more. Somehow I am determined to honor them as well as I can. I may be a pawn of the rakshasas, but I will do nothing but good with my powers, no matter what comes. When I left the Demon Wastes, I ran straight into the Last War. But luck, or Kalok Shash's favor, was still with me, and I found myself in the holy land of Thrane. Here Kalok Shash's other face, the Silver Flame, illuminated me within. Though I was stranger than snake feet to them, the Silver Flame could find no evil in my heart, and no harm in my thoughts. With great reluctance, I was sent to prove myself against the undead hoards of Karrnath. Here was a place where my dark powers could be put to good use. While they destroyed, they also cleansed, and I felt as if I were doing real good for the first time in my life. Many years I battled against Karrnath for Thrane, and even those who cared not for me in the beginning began to offer me bits of kindness. I gathered scars of the mind and of the skin, and yet I could not stop in the face of such overwhelming force... or my own determination to prove my own worth. The Treaty of Thronehold was hard on many warriors, for how could they rest when the armies that had committed such atrocities still ran at large? Yet the destruction of fair Cyre, and the creation of the Mournland, was enough to cool the bloodlust of even the heartiest. I have drifted as I may in these last two years, seeking employment with others of Thrane to clear pockets of rogue undead and foul demon-spawn. Yet now with no greater cause before me, I wonder and fear if the rajahs might try to reclaim their pawn... [B]Primary Role/Distinguishing Abilities[/B] - Party face and blaster. I intend to take Beguiling Influence and Eldritch Spear, as well as Devil's Sight and Darkness, eventually. He would also take Obtain Familiar as a feat, and Touch of Deception (PGtE pg. 35) to represent his tainted heritage. I would have him be human, but obviously a little bit not human as well. [B]Quirks[/B] - I see Maraat as having a silver tongue that he is not always entirely comfortable with. He was raised to consider the powers that he developed to be demon-touched abominations. While he knows he can help change people's attitudes for the better, he tends to agonize over the ethics of them. He was also raised a barbarian, then spent the next several years in a military theocracy. He doesn't do "frivolous" entertainment, and has several odd customs he goes through daily in an attempt to "purify" himself. [/QUOTE]
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