Ooh, I'm definitely interested. I've actually got a character I made for a Pathfinder game I didn't get into a while back on another message board. A friend of mine and I made a pair of Chelaxian brothers, one a Conjurer (wizard specialist) and the other a Paladin (I made the conjurer).
I've got a character sheet worked up if you want, but I thought I'd start without:
As a bullet point background, Sethys is the second son of house Darvak, a minor noble house of Chelax. At a young age he went off to study the arcane arts as a wizard and learned from experienced Devil-Binders the school of conjuration. When he got back to his family after his training and apprenticeship, he hung around for a few years, and eventually realized that his father was in good health, his older brother was young and hearty, and there wasn't a chance in hell (no pun intended) that he'd get to amount to anything in the nobility. Tired and bored, he and his brother Makarios, just recently returned from being invested as a Hellknight of the Order of the Nail, decided to travel to colonies and look for adventure, fortune, and if nothing else entertainment and diversion.
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Wrote this up as a sample of Sethys' style, it's from his days in school:
It was nearly midnight when Sethys slipped back into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Padding quietly over to his bed, he reached under it and slid his lockpicks and a thin package into the narrow space between frame and mattress. A poor hiding place, but the proctors never bothered to actually search the rooms, they just scanned them for magic each morning. The idea that an apprentice wizard would stoop to using such mundane means didn't cross their minds.
"I don't suppose it ever occurred to you that they'd assume I was in on it if they caught you?" Sethys started, nearly bumping his head on the underside of the bed. Sliding back out, he looked over at the now sitting figure of his roommate.
"Well then, it's a good thing I didn't get caught. Besides, it was worth it." He patted the bedframe almost fondly. "Virak Hellbinder's notes and diary, and it was just sitting in the back of the library, gathering dust. They didn't even have it cataloged properly, it was in a pile marked 'historical, needs shelving'. They'll never notice it was gone." Sethys slid into his bed, pulling the covers up and already planning for when he could next pry a few hours of the day free to steal back to his room and start reading.
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