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Eberron: Requiem of Death
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Avram Soloman - Actor Extraordinare and Deadly Assassin
Avram Soloman
Lawful Evil Male Half-Elf Monk 2/Rogue 1/Sorcerer 1
Stats
[sblock]Str 10 -- (2 pts)
Dex 12 -- (4 pts)
Con 10 -- (2 pts)
Int 15 -- (8 pts)
Wis 12 -- (4 pts)
Cha 16 -- (8 pts, 4th level bonus)
Hit Points 22
Action Points 7
AC 12, Touch 12, Flat 11
Init +1
BAB +1, Grap +1
Speed 30 (base 30, 33/66/100, no armor)
Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +5
+1 Melee, Unarmed Strike, 1d6 bludgeoning, 20/x2
+0/+0 Melee, Unarmed Strike (flurry of blows), 1d6 bludgeoning 20/x2
Medium, 5'9" tall, 160 lbs, 47 yrs old
black hair, green eyes, olive skin
Speaks Common, Elvish, Draconic, Goblin
+3 Balance (synergy)
+8 Bluff (5)
+2 Concentration (2)
+15 Diplomacy (4, racial bonus, synergy, Negotiator) *this may only be +11 - I can never remember if synergy bonuses stack
+9 Disguise (4, synergy)
+9 Gather Information (4, racial bonus) *+2 in Sharn (synergy)
+2 Jump (synergy)
+3 Knowledge: Arcana (1)
+4 Knowledge: Geography (1, Educated)
+4 Knowledge: History (1, Educated)
+8 Knowledge: Local (6)
+8 Knowledge: Nobility/Royalty (6)
+2 Listen (1)
+9 Perform: Actor (6)
+5 Profession: Playwright (4)
+10 Sense Motive (5, synergy, Negotiator)
+2 Spot (1)
+6 Tumble (5)
Feats
- Education (all Knowledge skills are class skills, +1 to Geography and History) 1st level
- Negotiator (+2 to Diplomacy and Sense Motive checks) 3rd level
- Improved Unarmed Strike Monk bonus
- Stunning Fist Monk bonus
- Deflect Arrows Monk bonus
Half-Elf Traits
- Immunity to sleep spells and similar magical effects
- +2 racial bonus on saving throws vs. enchantment spells or effects
- Low-Light Vision
- +1 racial bonus on Listen, Search, and Spot checks
- +2 racial bonus on Diplomacy and Gather Information checks
- Elven Blood
Rogue Abilities
- Sneak attack (+1d6)
- Trapfinding
Monk Abilities
- Unarmed Strike (1d6)
- Flurry of Blow (-1/-1)
- Evasion
Spells Per Day 5/4
0th- Mage Hand, Message, Prestidigitation, Touch of Fatigue
1st- Chill Touch, True Strike[/sblock]
Possessions
[sblock]I've got a couple of non-standard items here. Hope they're all right; they're not exactly earth-shatteringly powerful, but fit my concept well. My idea is that they are gifts from an artificer friend or client.
Vestment of Many Styles* (worn) 860 gp.
* from Races of Eberron: allows wearer to change appearance of clothing with a command word. Provides a +2 circumstance bonus to Disguise checks if outfit would help. Normally costs 500 gp, but this suit is also enchanted to clean and mend itself 1 x/day.
Handy Belt Pouch* (belt right, 2 lb.) 1000 gp.
* Like a handy havesack, but can be worn as a belt pouch. Capacity limited to 20 lbs/2 cubic feet capacity. Cannot fit objects more than 6" x 6" x 8'
Wand of Mage Armor (handy belt pouch) 750 gp
Wand of Shield (handy belt pouch) 750 gp
Scroll of Bull's Strength x 4 (handy belt pouch) 600 gp
Scroll of Cat's Grace x 4 (handy belt pouch) 600 gp
Potion of Cure Light Wounds x 4 (handy belt pouch) 200 gp
Disguise Kit (handy belt pouch, 8 lb.) 50 gp
589 gp (handy belt pouch, 11 lb.)[/sblock]
Background, Personality, and Appearance
[sblock]Background
Ask any three members of the upper crust of Sharn society where Avram Soloman came from and you’re likely to get three different answers, each more improbable than the last. Rumors abound: to some, he’s the bastard son of an illicit affair between a well-known noble (exactly which one varies with the telling) and a high ranked member of House Phiarlan and/or Thuranni. Others are convinced that he is an operative for one (or more) of the Five Nations’ intelligence agencies. Still other maintain that they have irrefutable proof that he is a dragon from far-off Argonessen, wandering the city in humanoid form for inscrutable purposes of his own. Exactly where these rumors start is hard to pinpoint, but Avram vociferously denies them all and threatens to prosecute those who perpetuate them for slander to the fullest extent the Code of Galifar will allow. This, of course, merely has the effect of firmly entrenching even the most outlandish of tales in the public imagination, which is exactly how Avram wishes it to be.
Whatever the case may be, all that is truly known of Avram is that he appeared on the Sharn theatre scene a mere four years ago (arriving just after the Day of Mourning, some note darkly). Exploded onto the scene would be a more accurate way of putting it; in the short time he has been in the City of Towers, Avram has become famous (or infamous, as many would have it) for his controversial roles. His portrayal of a defrocked priest in Stroking the Bishop caused a riot that nearly lead to his exile. On the other hand, his depiction of the legendary Boromar clan founder in The Smallest Giant earned him a case of the finest Bluevine Reserve from Saiden Boromar himself. Revered and reviled, all agree that a talent such as his has not graced the stage in many years. Many of Avram's plays are his own work. He enjoys satirizing the upper classes in the plays he writes, but (usually) manages to do so in away that his targets can laugh at themselves.
Avram has come to enjoy a reputation as the enfant terrible of Sharn high society. His presence is highly sought at the Upper Wards and Skyway fetes of those socialites who want to bask in the reflected glow of his daring and wit. Rumor has it that his theatrical endeavors are supported by his many lovers of both sexes.
While this is to some extent true, Avram has another means of supplementing his income: murder for hire. Avram uses his place in society both to find clients and to reach his targets. He is highly selective in which jobs he accepts and charges exorbitant rates, but is known in certain rarified circles as a man who always gets his mark. Avram meticulously plans out each assassination and takes great care to prevent any association between his public persona and his secret profession.
Personality
Outwardly, Avram Soloman is the very model of suave and sophisticated charm. At ease in any social situation, he wields his wit like a sword, striking with a surgeon’s precision. By turns sympathetic or seductive, Avram molds himself effortlessly to his audience’s expectations.
Behind the masks, Avram is an artist above all else. He takes his work both on and off the stage very, very seriously. Acting and assassination feed one another. His acting talents provide him with a deadly array of tools to get close to his target. Grappling with life and death fills him with a dark passion that drives his performances. Each provides an outlet for his need to impose his will upon the world, to throw his intellect into sharp relief, and to express his soul.
Most would be surprised to learn that Avram is quite religious. He is devoted to both Olladra and the Fury. There is no contradiction in this; Olladra gives him glibness and wit, while the Fury’s fervor fuels all of his work. However, Avram knows full well how the worship of any member of the Dark Six is viewed and keeps his faith to himself.
Although he is a murderer, Avram is never deliberately cruel. He takes no sadistic pleasure in pain; rather, he enjoys testing his limits in a game for the ultimate stakes. He is not, however, above using whatever psychological manipulation is necessary to achieve his aims.
One quirk that Avram has is a dislike of changelings. He sees their shape changing ability as an affront to his hard earned skills. This sense of rivalry brings out his competitive edge even more when working with or pitted against a changeling and he takes particular relish in humiliating such an opponent. There is probably more professional jealousy to this attitude than he would care to admit.
Appearance
Somewhat tall for a Khoravar, Avram has the olive skin and aquiline features common to humans and half-elves of southern Khorvaire. His curly black hair is always immaculately coiffed and his ever-changing, ever-fashionable attire is the stuff of legend. Many victims have been ensnared by his piercing green eyes.[/sblock]
Avram Soloman
Lawful Evil Male Half-Elf Monk 2/Rogue 1/Sorcerer 1
Stats
[sblock]Str 10 -- (2 pts)
Dex 12 -- (4 pts)
Con 10 -- (2 pts)
Int 15 -- (8 pts)
Wis 12 -- (4 pts)
Cha 16 -- (8 pts, 4th level bonus)
Hit Points 22
Action Points 7
AC 12, Touch 12, Flat 11
Init +1
BAB +1, Grap +1
Speed 30 (base 30, 33/66/100, no armor)
Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +5
+1 Melee, Unarmed Strike, 1d6 bludgeoning, 20/x2
+0/+0 Melee, Unarmed Strike (flurry of blows), 1d6 bludgeoning 20/x2
Medium, 5'9" tall, 160 lbs, 47 yrs old
black hair, green eyes, olive skin
Speaks Common, Elvish, Draconic, Goblin
+3 Balance (synergy)
+8 Bluff (5)
+2 Concentration (2)
+15 Diplomacy (4, racial bonus, synergy, Negotiator) *this may only be +11 - I can never remember if synergy bonuses stack
+9 Disguise (4, synergy)
+9 Gather Information (4, racial bonus) *+2 in Sharn (synergy)
+2 Jump (synergy)
+3 Knowledge: Arcana (1)
+4 Knowledge: Geography (1, Educated)
+4 Knowledge: History (1, Educated)
+8 Knowledge: Local (6)
+8 Knowledge: Nobility/Royalty (6)
+2 Listen (1)
+9 Perform: Actor (6)
+5 Profession: Playwright (4)
+10 Sense Motive (5, synergy, Negotiator)
+2 Spot (1)
+6 Tumble (5)
Feats
- Education (all Knowledge skills are class skills, +1 to Geography and History) 1st level
- Negotiator (+2 to Diplomacy and Sense Motive checks) 3rd level
- Improved Unarmed Strike Monk bonus
- Stunning Fist Monk bonus
- Deflect Arrows Monk bonus
Half-Elf Traits
- Immunity to sleep spells and similar magical effects
- +2 racial bonus on saving throws vs. enchantment spells or effects
- Low-Light Vision
- +1 racial bonus on Listen, Search, and Spot checks
- +2 racial bonus on Diplomacy and Gather Information checks
- Elven Blood
Rogue Abilities
- Sneak attack (+1d6)
- Trapfinding
Monk Abilities
- Unarmed Strike (1d6)
- Flurry of Blow (-1/-1)
- Evasion
Spells Per Day 5/4
0th- Mage Hand, Message, Prestidigitation, Touch of Fatigue
1st- Chill Touch, True Strike[/sblock]
Possessions
[sblock]I've got a couple of non-standard items here. Hope they're all right; they're not exactly earth-shatteringly powerful, but fit my concept well. My idea is that they are gifts from an artificer friend or client.
Vestment of Many Styles* (worn) 860 gp.
* from Races of Eberron: allows wearer to change appearance of clothing with a command word. Provides a +2 circumstance bonus to Disguise checks if outfit would help. Normally costs 500 gp, but this suit is also enchanted to clean and mend itself 1 x/day.
Handy Belt Pouch* (belt right, 2 lb.) 1000 gp.
* Like a handy havesack, but can be worn as a belt pouch. Capacity limited to 20 lbs/2 cubic feet capacity. Cannot fit objects more than 6" x 6" x 8'
Wand of Mage Armor (handy belt pouch) 750 gp
Wand of Shield (handy belt pouch) 750 gp
Scroll of Bull's Strength x 4 (handy belt pouch) 600 gp
Scroll of Cat's Grace x 4 (handy belt pouch) 600 gp
Potion of Cure Light Wounds x 4 (handy belt pouch) 200 gp
Disguise Kit (handy belt pouch, 8 lb.) 50 gp
589 gp (handy belt pouch, 11 lb.)[/sblock]
Background, Personality, and Appearance
[sblock]Background
Ask any three members of the upper crust of Sharn society where Avram Soloman came from and you’re likely to get three different answers, each more improbable than the last. Rumors abound: to some, he’s the bastard son of an illicit affair between a well-known noble (exactly which one varies with the telling) and a high ranked member of House Phiarlan and/or Thuranni. Others are convinced that he is an operative for one (or more) of the Five Nations’ intelligence agencies. Still other maintain that they have irrefutable proof that he is a dragon from far-off Argonessen, wandering the city in humanoid form for inscrutable purposes of his own. Exactly where these rumors start is hard to pinpoint, but Avram vociferously denies them all and threatens to prosecute those who perpetuate them for slander to the fullest extent the Code of Galifar will allow. This, of course, merely has the effect of firmly entrenching even the most outlandish of tales in the public imagination, which is exactly how Avram wishes it to be.
Whatever the case may be, all that is truly known of Avram is that he appeared on the Sharn theatre scene a mere four years ago (arriving just after the Day of Mourning, some note darkly). Exploded onto the scene would be a more accurate way of putting it; in the short time he has been in the City of Towers, Avram has become famous (or infamous, as many would have it) for his controversial roles. His portrayal of a defrocked priest in Stroking the Bishop caused a riot that nearly lead to his exile. On the other hand, his depiction of the legendary Boromar clan founder in The Smallest Giant earned him a case of the finest Bluevine Reserve from Saiden Boromar himself. Revered and reviled, all agree that a talent such as his has not graced the stage in many years. Many of Avram's plays are his own work. He enjoys satirizing the upper classes in the plays he writes, but (usually) manages to do so in away that his targets can laugh at themselves.
Avram has come to enjoy a reputation as the enfant terrible of Sharn high society. His presence is highly sought at the Upper Wards and Skyway fetes of those socialites who want to bask in the reflected glow of his daring and wit. Rumor has it that his theatrical endeavors are supported by his many lovers of both sexes.
While this is to some extent true, Avram has another means of supplementing his income: murder for hire. Avram uses his place in society both to find clients and to reach his targets. He is highly selective in which jobs he accepts and charges exorbitant rates, but is known in certain rarified circles as a man who always gets his mark. Avram meticulously plans out each assassination and takes great care to prevent any association between his public persona and his secret profession.
Personality
Outwardly, Avram Soloman is the very model of suave and sophisticated charm. At ease in any social situation, he wields his wit like a sword, striking with a surgeon’s precision. By turns sympathetic or seductive, Avram molds himself effortlessly to his audience’s expectations.
Behind the masks, Avram is an artist above all else. He takes his work both on and off the stage very, very seriously. Acting and assassination feed one another. His acting talents provide him with a deadly array of tools to get close to his target. Grappling with life and death fills him with a dark passion that drives his performances. Each provides an outlet for his need to impose his will upon the world, to throw his intellect into sharp relief, and to express his soul.
Most would be surprised to learn that Avram is quite religious. He is devoted to both Olladra and the Fury. There is no contradiction in this; Olladra gives him glibness and wit, while the Fury’s fervor fuels all of his work. However, Avram knows full well how the worship of any member of the Dark Six is viewed and keeps his faith to himself.
Although he is a murderer, Avram is never deliberately cruel. He takes no sadistic pleasure in pain; rather, he enjoys testing his limits in a game for the ultimate stakes. He is not, however, above using whatever psychological manipulation is necessary to achieve his aims.
One quirk that Avram has is a dislike of changelings. He sees their shape changing ability as an affront to his hard earned skills. This sense of rivalry brings out his competitive edge even more when working with or pitted against a changeling and he takes particular relish in humiliating such an opponent. There is probably more professional jealousy to this attitude than he would care to admit.
Appearance
Somewhat tall for a Khoravar, Avram has the olive skin and aquiline features common to humans and half-elves of southern Khorvaire. His curly black hair is always immaculately coiffed and his ever-changing, ever-fashionable attire is the stuff of legend. Many victims have been ensnared by his piercing green eyes.[/sblock]
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Paranoia833
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[B]Name:[/B] Melchior (assumed name)
[B]Class:[/B] Swordsage 4
[B]Race:[/B] Changeling
[B]Region of Origin:[/b] Cyre
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Chaotic neutral
[B]Action Points:[/B] 7
[B]Deity:[/B] The Traveler
[B]Str:[/B] 10 +0 (02p.) [B]Level:4[/B]
[B]Dex:[/B] 17 +3 (10p.+1) [B]BAB:[/B] +3 [B]HP:[/B] 25 (4d8+4)
[B]Con:[/B] 12 +1 (04p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +3
[B]Int:[/B] 14 +2 (06p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Stat Increases:[/b]+1 dex
[B]Wis:[/B] 14 +2 (06p.) [B]Init:[/B] +4
[B]Cha:[/B] 08 -1 (00p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -1
[B] Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +5 +0 +3 +0 +0 +2 20
[B]Touch:[/B] 15 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 17
[B]Spell Res:[/B] None
[B]Dmg Red:[/B] None
[B] Total Base Mod Misc[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] +2 +1 +1 --
[B]Ref:[/B] +7 +4 +3 --
[B]Will:[/B] +6 +4 +2 --
[B]Notes:[/B]
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical Range[/B]
MW Dagger +8 1d4+0 x2 ------
Dagger +7 1d4 x2 10 ft
[B]Notes:[/B] Dagger is used as a throwing weapon, not offhand.
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Dwarven, Gnome, Elven, Goblin (2 ranks Speak language)
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Minor change shape (racial)
Natural linguist (racial)
Scent (When in Hunters Sense stance)
Quick to Act (+1 Initiative)
Discipline Focus(Weapon focus Shadow Hand: Dagger, Shortsword, Sai, Siangham, Unarmed Strike,
Spiked Chain)
AC Bonus (Add wisdom mod to AC)
Discipline Focus (Insightful Strike, +2 damage to Shadow Hand strikes)
[B]Feats: [/B]
Adaptive Style (Can change and recover all prepared maneuvers as a full round action)
Weapon Finesse (Dagger)
[B]Stances Known[/B]
Child of Shadow (Grants 20% concealment in any turn in which you move more than 10ft. Cannot be
used to hide in plain sight.)
Hunters Sense (Gain the 'scent' ability)
[B]Maneuvers Known (9)[/B]
lvl 1
1. Burning Blade (Boost: Swift action, add 1d6+4 fire damage to attacks for turn)
2. Distracting Ember (Boost: Swift Action: Summons a non-attacking elemental to flank foe)
3. Clinging Shadow Strike (Strike: standard action. +1d6 damage and opponent must make a
DC 13 Fort save or suffer a 20% miss chance on all attacks for 1 round)
4. Shadow Blade Technique (Strike: standard action. Roll 2d20 when you roll to hit and choose
either highest or lowest. if you choose lowest roll or roll is tied attack deals 1d6 extra cold
damage.)
5. Stone Bones (Strike: standard action: If attack hits, gain DR 5/Adamantine for 1 round)
6. Sudden leap (Boost: swift action. make a jump attempt as a swift action)
Lvl 2
1. Fire Riposte (Counter: Immediate action. when hit by melee or natural weapon make a ranged
touch attack against the enemy. if it hits deal 4d6 fire damage)
2. Shadow jaunt (Special: Standard action. 50 foot teleport. must of line of sight and effect
to destination.)
3. Mountain Hammer (Strike: standard action. Attack deals +2d6 damage and overcomes all damage
reduction and hardness.)
[B]Maneuvers Prepared (5)[/B]
Burning Blade
Shadow Blade Technique
Fire Riposte
Shadow jaunt
Mountain Hammer
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 56 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 7/3
[B]Skills Total Ranks Mod Misc[/B]
Balance 07(06) 02 03 +2 (synergy: tumble)
CC Bluff 01 00 -1 +2 (racial)
Craft 05 03 02 --
(Calligraphy)
CC Diplomacy 04 00 -1 +5 (Synergy: Sense motive, K:Nobility), glamerweave
Sneak 10(09) 07 +3 --
Jump 07(06) 05 00 +2 (synergy: tumble)
Knwldge(Hist) 08 06 02 --
Knwldge(Local) 04 02 02 --
Knwldge(N+R) 08 06 02 --
Listen 05 03 02 --
Prof(clerk) 05 03 02 --
Sense Motive 11 07 02 +2 (Racial)
Tumble 12(11) 07 03 +2 (Synergy: Jump)
[B]Notes:[/B]
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Chainshirt+1 1250gp 25lb
MW Dagger 302gp 01lb
Artisans Outfit 100gp 04lb
(Glammerweave)
Hewards Haversack 2000gp 02lb
Art. Tools(MW) 55gp 05lb
Dagger 02gp 01lb
Potion of CLW 50gp 01lb
Potion of CLW 50gp 01lb
Oil of MagicWpn 50gp 01lb
Oil of MagicWpn 50gp 01lb
Potion of 50gp 01lb
Shield of Faith (+2)
Potion of 50gp 01lb
Shield of Faith (+2)
Silk Rope 10gp 05lb
Waterskin 01gp 04lb
Caltrops 01gp 02lb
Oil flask 00.1gp 01lb
Smoke Stick 20gp 00.5lb
Smoke Stick 20gp 00.5lb
Tanglefoot Bag 50gp 04lb
Smoke Stick 20gp 00.5lb
Smoke Stick 20gp 00.5lb
Acidic Fire 30gp 01lb
Blank house 02gp --
Sivis Notarised document
Blank house 02gp --
Sivis Notarised document
Blank house 02gp --
Sivis Notarised document
Blank house 02gp --
Sivis Notarised document
Blank house 02gp --
Sivis Notarised document
Indentification 02gp --
Papers
Indentification 02gp --
Papers (Forged: Human clerk)
Travel papers 00.2gp --
Everbright Lantern 212gp 03lb
[B]Total Weight:[/B]66lb (32 with haversack) [B]Money:[/B] 1196gp 7sp
[B] Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 33lb 66lb 100lb 200lb 500lb
[B]Age: 26[/B]
[B]Height:5'6"[/B]
[B]Weight: 125lbs[/B]
[B]Eyes:Milky white[/B]
[B]Hair:White[/B]
[B]Skin:Grey[/B]Background
[sblock]Melchior… though truth be told that name is inappropriate. There was no ‘Melchior’ until just two days ago, when our changeling friend decided a new name was in order but since I am not privy to his birth name it will have to suffice, where was I again? Oh yes, Melchior never knew his mother, his father never spoke of her and Melchior has never met anyone who knew her name or even what she looked like. Presumably she was a changeling, certainly Melchior got his heritage from somewhere. (Though it was always possible his ‘human’ father was a shapeshifter who simply never left human shape in the span Melchior knew him, he was a secretive man even with his own son.)
In any case, Melchior grew up in the eastern Cyre, tending to his father’s farm. His upbringing was unexceptional by human standards, let alone those of changelings, the only excitement in his life coming from the occasional prank pulled using his powers. Even then, Melchior had a cruel sense of humour, not violent in itself and only to those who (in his humble opinion) really deserved it, but more than one fight had broken out among the locals due to his actions in some form or another likewise it was not uncommon for minor trinkets to be stolen by all to frequent ‘mysterious strangers’. His father was always happy to try and beat it out of the boy, but Melchior was simply fickle by nature and quickly fell back into old habits.
It was in his fifteenth year that Melchior, purely on a whim, decided to leave home. Assuming the identity of a completely unremarkable (indeed, suspiciously unremarkable, for in those day Melchior had not yet honed any real talent for deception beyond simple mimicry) human from the provinces, he made his way to the nearest town and enlisted. His time in the army spanned 4 years and three separate identities. As Dorian the farm boy he learned the basics of warfare; how to kill without flinching, how to handle a sword, how to operate in a group and stay alive and so forth. As Lyanna the half-elf (An identity he traded with another changeling during a most… unique sexual encounter, he ended up writing several amateurish poems about that one, it apparently grew surprisingly popular among the soldiers, actual good pornography being hard to come by on the front lines) he learned of deception and trickery, the art of applying one’s mind to warfare and, more importantly, getting inside the head of the enemy. It was as Lyanna he learned the first steps of the remarkable combat form known as the Sublime Way, learning the foundation of shadow-play at the foot of (and in the bed of) one of the finest commanders in Cyre. After another year and a half he acquired the identity of a hobgoblin named Garkask during a particularly lethal mission in the marshes on the Thranish border. Since Garkask’s body was unlikely to be dredged up, Melchior decided he’d try being a goblinoid for a while. It didn’t last long, the bonds between the Ghaal’dar mercenaries where close, and unlike Lyanna this identity was stepped into spontaneously, meaning Melchior didn’t have the luxury of learning the character’s secrets. In any case after escaping the wrath of his ‘comrades’, he decided to abandon the soldiers life and try being a deserter for a spell. After a few months of wandering he ended up in Trolanport, Zilargo, taking on the roll of an elven clerk in the employ of House Sivis. Surprisingly Melchior found this roll more engrossing than any of his former lives, lapping up the gnomish love of intrigue and finding the complexities of Zilargo’s bureaucracy a most invigorating challenge. He kept in the roll for two years and could easily enjoyed many more years of this, had not fate intervened.
He was 21 when the cabinet of Faces first contacted him, the agent coming to him as a grim and humourless little dwarf who sold alchemical contraceptives for a living, and told him he must acquire an education from the Korranberg library. Intrigued by possibilities the Cabinet offered, Melchior agreed to be set up with an identity as the bastard son of a nobleman who had, through a natural gift for scholarship and his father’s benevolence, been able to attend the Library. While his studies where chiefly concerned with legalistic and historical topics, he arguably learned just as much from his ‘recreational’ sparring with the students who fancied themselves adventurers or future recruits for the Trust (and admittedly, a few encounters he suspected where secret training sessions provided by the Cabinet). It was in Korranberg that he truly advanced his meagre shadow tricks into mastery over shadow and flame and gained true understanding of the Sublime Way. It was also in Korranberg that he committed his first murder, a truly vile young human noble who took great pleasure in toying with the lives of others and worse, was arguably better at it than he was. It was a sloppy affair, amateurish for someone new to killing never mind a hardened soldier like Melchior. The only reason the Trust didn’t kill him, as far as he knew, was that apparently the little squit turned out to be selling national secrets to Aundair between semesters. A lucky coincidence.
He was a truly gifted student, both in his martial prowess and studiousness, though in the end he never graduated. When the Day of Mourning occurred two years after his enrolment, Melchior left for his homeland immediately. It would be a mistake to say it was out of sadness, for by that point Melchior had long ceased to feel attachment about trappings of any one identity, even his original. Rather it was that he had always maintained a vague sense of ‘self’ up until that point. With his birthplace now lost to the mists there was no evidence remaining of his original self, to his mind it was as if he never existed.
Melchior journeyed into the Mournland alone, making his way through the terrible creatures and murderous challenges of that land until he found the remnants of his father’s farm. It was almost unrecognisable. No one he knew had survived, though he rather suspected that several of the zombies he had carved his way through to reach there where vaguely familiar. He spent several months in the Mournland, honing his skills before the Cabinet sent another agent, this time a strange creature known as a Githzerei who had a habit of speaking sentences backwards, to drag him out of the accursed wastes and into Breland to serve as one of their field agents. His missions were many and varied, though often with an eye towards assassination, a task he treated as a particularly high-stakes game.
Which brings us to the present. Why the Cabinet decided to support House Tarkanan’s assassination is unknown. Logically it makes little sense when they are more ideologically similar to the Tyrants, but the there is little readily apparent logic to the Cabinet. Melchior, for the most part, didn’t care. The offer presented an intriguing challenge to one who was becoming bored of routine murder. So he made up the identity of Melchior of Sharn, and with the Cabinet’s aid bought a reputation as a reliable and discrete killer. The rest… well we’ll see won’t we?[/sblock]
Personality
[sblock]‘Carefree’ doesn’t quite cover it. A true disciple of the Traveler, Melchior relishes the chance to explore the unknown and a permanent fascination with the new, both physical and intellectual. Oddly, Melchior is not overly bothered with issues of identity. Far more important to him is the experiences gained rather than the persona himself, hence Melchior is just as comfortable in his true form as an assumed one and can go for great periods of time without changing shape, or can flicker between them so fast he can scarcely be said to have an identity at all. When not in disguise Melchior considers himself a warrior-poet, though others often consider him a self-absorbed, amoral killer with delusions of eloquence. The possibility that this personality is itself a mask within a mask is very real, being that in times of crisis Melchior often becomes disturbingly emotionless and machine like.
Regarding his career, Melchior likes to believe he posesses certain ethics. He prefers only to kill those who 'really deserve it' or 'choose to play the game' both terms that admittedly mean little to the average observer. and prefers to try and avoid unnecessary bloodshed.[/sblock]
Appearance
[sblock]In his natural form, Melchior is of slightly above average height for a changeling and of deceptively frail build. His face is cracked in an eternal half-smile, both due to his laid back disposition and a scar that mars his left lip, a memento of the Last War. He wears his hair long and unstyled, it comes down just past his soldiers. He himself is cleanshaven, though most of his alternate forms have a tendancy towards short beards.
Normally he prefers wearing loose fitting clothes that allow for a good degree of movement, but for this job he sports a glamerweave business suit, with a simple chain shirt hidden beneath and a Hewards Handy Haversack made up to look like a leather carrying case. His only apparent weapons are two daggers, one hidden beneath his left trouser leg, the other up his right sleeve.
Other common forms include a balding, slightly short-sighted dwarven banker with a thick Mror accent and a young Aundairan social climber with short blond hair and a goatee and a love of the finer things in life.[/sblock]
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[B]Name:[/B] Jale Arideth
[B]Class:[/B] Rogue 4
[B]Race:[/B] Elf
[B]Region of Origin:[/b] Breland
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral Evil
[B]Action Points:[/B] 7
[B]Deity:[/B] The Dragon Below
[B]Str:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Level:[/B] 1 [B]XP[/B]: 6000/10000
[B]Dex:[/B] 18 +4 (8p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +3 [B]HP:[/B] (4d6)
[B]Con:[/B] 10 +0 (4p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +3
[B]Int:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Stat Increases:[/b] 1 Dex
[B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Init:[/B] +4
[B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -
[B] Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +4 +0 +4 +0 +0 +0 18
[B]Touch:[/B] 14 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 18
[B] Total Base Mod Misc[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] +1 +1 +0 +0
[B]Ref:[/B] +8 +4 +4 +0
[B]Will:[/B] +1 +1 +0 +0
[B]Notes:[/B]
Evasion
+2 Racial Bonus on saves vs. Enchantment spells and effects
+1 on Reflex Saves vs. traps
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical Range[/B]
+1 Rapier +8 1d6+1 18-20/x2
Masterwork Dagger +8 1d4 19-20/x2 10 ft
+1 Rapier +6 1d6+1 18-20/x2
and Masterwork Dagger and +6 and 1d4 19-20/x2 10 ft
Masterwork Light Crossbow +8 1d8 19-20/x2 80 ft
[B]Notes:[/B]
+2d6 Sneak Attack
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Daelkyr, Elven, Goblin
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Low-light vision
Immunity to Magic Sleep effects
+2 Racial Bonus on saves vs. Enchantment spells and effects
+2 Racial Bonus on Listen, Search and Spot checks
Automatic search for secret doors
Sneak Attack 2d6
Trapfinding
Evasion
Trap Sense +1
Uncanny Dodge
[B]Feats: [/B]
Two-Weapon Fighting
Weapon Finesse
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 70 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 7/3
[B]Skills Total Ranks Mod Misc[/B]
Balance +6 0 +4 +2 Synergy
Bluff +8 6 +2
Diplomacy +9 3 +2 +4 Synergy
Disable Device +11 7 +2 +2 Circumstance
Disguise +4 0 +2 +2 Synergy
Escape Artist +10 6 +4
Gather Information +7 3 +2 +2 Synergy
Intimidate +6 2 +2 +2 Synergy
Jump +3 0 +1 +2 Synergy
Listen +2 0 +0 +2 Racial
Knowledge (Local, Sharn) +7 5 +2
Open Lock +12 6 +4 +2 Circumstance
Perform (Sing) +6 4 +2
Search +11 7 +2 +2 Racial
Sense Motive +5 5 +0
Sleight of Hand +8 2 +4 +2 Synergy
Sneak +11/+12 7 +4 +1 in shadowy conditions
Spot +2 0 +0 +2 Racial
Tumble +11 7 +4
[B]Notes:[/B]
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
+1 Rapier 2320 2 lbs
Masterwork Dagger 302 1 lb
2x Dagger 4 2 lbs
MW Light Crossbow 335 4 lbs
20x Bolt 2 2 lbs
Mithral Shirt 1100 10 lbs
Darkweave Courtier's Outfit 130 - (worn)
Masterwork Thieves' Tools 100 2 lbs
2x Antitoxin 100 -
Identification Papers 2 -
Carrion Crawler Brain Juice 200 -
2x Sassone Leaf Residue 600
2x Oil of Taggit 180 -
[B]Total Weight:[/B]23 lbs [B]Money:[/B] 27 gp
[B] Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 33 66 100 200 500
[B]Age:[/B] 123
[B]Height:[/B] 5'6"
[B]Weight:[/B] 120 lbs
[B]Eyes:[/B] Green
[B]Hair:[/B] Dark Brown
[B]Skin:[/B] Tanned[sblock=Appearance]
Jale is a darkly handsome elf, dressed with flair and impeccable taste in the latest style. His dark hair is medium length, neatly brushed and styled, longer at the front than the back and parted in the centre. His stance is upright but relaxed, and a dueling rapier in an ornate scabbard hangs from his belt. Altogether he gives the impression of a diplomat or perhaps an agent for one of the Dragonmarked Houses. [/sblock]
[sblock=Personality]
In his dealings with others Jale is softly-spoken and polite, with a dry wit and the air of a man of the world. He is always composed and reserved, and gives the impression of being a good listener - though in fact he's just cultivated the skill of feigning interest and nodding at relevant moments. He's undeniably refined and cultured, coming across as capable and in control at all times. If one was to make a criticism of him, it would be that he can sometimes seem a little cold. His sense of humour also runs somewhat to the black at times, which some might find unsettling. To others, though, that slight edge to his personality only makes him more interesting.
Those who are unfortunate enough to see beneath his social veneer soon find him to be a sadistic psychopath, ready to put others through almost any degree of suffering to satisfy his own desires and impulses. He's not incapable of empathy or humanity, but he tends to reserve them for a select few. There are a scant handful of people he cares about or respects. For the rest of the world he has nothing but contempt.[/sblock]
[sblock=Background] Jale Arideth always knew he was destined for great things. His father was a retainer for House Phiarlan. He was never favored or even noticed by the higher echelons of the House, and he was happy that way. He was an unambitious man, devoted to his wife and children, happy to make an honest wage. Jale's brother and sister both took after their father, content to live quiet and unassuming lives. Jale was different. Growing up amid the comings and goings of Phiarlan's troupes and agents, all of them so graceful and sophisticated and glamorous, he knew he could never settle for just serving these people. He wanted more than that. He wanted to be one of them.
The fire of that ambition drove him throughout the years of his youth, filling him with a relentless urge to self-improvement. He was a perfectionist, never satisfied with anything he did until it was effortless and impeccable. His attitude alienated him from his family, and though he was popular and had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances he always felt alone in the world. That was the price he paid for self-reliance.
His dedication bore fruit. Almost no sooner had he started work, alongside his father, than he began to surpass him. Valeting for Lady Iselle Lacere d'Thuranni one night he apparently made an impression; she asked after him the next day. She was a celebrated songstress, a great beauty, and a rising star within the House. Before long he was on her personal staff, and making more money than his father ever had. From there his ascent was meteoric - within weeks it was rumoured that he was Lady Iselle's lover, and half the young scions of the House were taking an interest in him.
When gradually word started to spread that he was himself a talented actor and musician and that he might also have the required subtlety and discretion to handle the House's more sinister activities, his success was assured. He was soon established as a trusted agent in his own right, and there was talk of marrying him off to one of the House's eligible young females.
On the eve of the great rift in the House, the marriage had been decided and a date set: he was to be married to Alandre Kalind d'Phiarlan, a girl of only ninety who was herself something of a nonentity but for her title. It was still a great honour; the marriage would cement Jale as a member of the House, and there was no reason for his wife's mediocrity to hold him back. With little ambition of her own, Alandre unthinkingly followed her father's conservatism as far as the political situation was concerned.
All was not straightforward, though. Jaler's ties with Iselle were still strong - and she was far from conservative. She was known as one of the chief radicals within the family, and during her liaisons with Jale she would whisper sweet promises to him. Soon there would be a split, and if he would but throw his lot in with her she would see to it that he would be highly favoured within the new House. He wouldn't have to tolerate an expeditious marriage to a tiresome, vapid girl like Alandre - he would be a scion in his own right, accorded all the respect and freedom he could wish.
Against his better judgement, he allowed himself to be seduced by her promises. As the situation deteriorated, he declared himself openly on the side of the emergent House Thuranni.
And then suddenly, with a move of nightmarish swiftness as if by some incredible sleight of hand, Iselle had switched sides. Perhaps she'd had a better offer, or perhaps she'd been a double agent all along - Jale was never again able to get close enough to her to figure it out. But when the schism came there she was, firmly entrenched in House Phiarlan. He'd lost his patron in Thuranni, and thrown away all his chances with Phiarlan. He was lost, caught between the two sides.
He did the only thing he could - he disappeared, lest somebody who had taken offense at his duplicity should decide to take advantage of his exposed position.
And so he spent the next few years in hiding, making a living as a petty criminal and brooding over the way Iselle had betrayed him. A violent hatred had taken root in him, and as these years passed in ignominy and squalor it flourished and bore bitter fruit.
His fortunes changed eventually, once more with the advent of another woman in his life. Whether for better or worse, it's not easy to say. Lit appeared to him in the guise of a flower girl on the streets of Sharn at first, but that was only one of her many forms. She rarely came to him with the same face twice, preferring to take on a different shape for every passing day - sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes young and sometimes old. It was only much later that he realized that, by a whim of hers, all her guises were people she had killed.
Their romance was sweet and carefree at first, giving back to Jale some of the energy and life that he had lost since his fall from grace. She appeared to him as innocent and delicate as a flower, and he even had the folly to think that it was he who was corrupting her when she listened to his embittered tales and his desire for revenge.
She urged him on, giving him back his confidence and self-assurance, making him believe that he could still have his revenge on the woman who had wronged him. He came to believe it, and a new purpose consumed him.
Meanwhile, very slowly, Lit began to introduce him to her world. At first it was innocuous - friends of hers who seemed charming and intelligent. Then as time went on it began to seem deliciously dangerous - new and exotic games in the bedroom, libertine strangers with amoral philosophies and mad gleams in their eyes, midnight gatherings where they would smoke pipes of strange-scented smoke and indulge in disjointed and depraved conversations and interactions.
Drunk on Lit's charm and the sense of excitement that all this brought him, he allowed himself to be drawn into her world. Somehow it became a part of his new lease of life, tied up inextricably with his restored sense of drive and purpose.
By the time Lit told him that the people they were mixing with were all devotees of the Dragon Below, he wasn't surprised. He'd already reached his own conclusions, and they weren't so far from the truth. He didn't care any more; in fact he felt a kind of exultation. He continued his plans to bring about Iselle's downfall even as he began to be introduced openly to the rites of the cult, witnessing horrors that only a year ago would have appalled him.
Meanwhile he was gaining a reputation for himself as a force to be reckoned with within Sharn's criminal underworld. He would engage in anything from drug deals to contract killing, in the same spirit that he had taken up petty criminality after his expulsion from the House. But whereas then he had been scrambling to survive, he now found that things came easily to him. He could deal easily with the criminal elements of the city - his whole bearing and the efficiency and grace with which he fulfilled his contracts earned him respect without him ever having to try.
When finally his plans came to fruition and Iselle fell into his clutches, there was none of the great surge of joy that he had been expecting. There was merely a quiet satisfaction of a long-awaited gratification, and the dark pleasure at finally reversing the power dynamic between them. She had never looked as beautiful to him as she did then, wide-eyed with fear and disbelief, entirely at his mercy.
It was many days of exquisite agony before she was allowed to die.[/sblock]
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dave_o
Explorer
Nix
Male Changeling Bard 4, Neutral Evil
Attributes
Combat
Saves
Special Abilities
Skills
Feats
Spells
Equipment
Languages
Description
Background
Male Changeling Bard 4, Neutral Evil
Attributes
STR 10 (+0)
DEX 16 (+3)
CON 10 (+0)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 8 (-1)
CHA 16 (+3)
DEX 16 (+3)
CON 10 (+0)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 8 (-1)
CHA 16 (+3)
Combat
HP 19/19 AP 7 AC 17 (+4 chain shirt, +3 DEX) BAB +3 Size Medium Speed 30ft. Initative +3 (+3 DEX)
Melee Attack
Melee Attack
+6 dagger 1d4 19-20/x2
+3 longsword 1d8 19-20/x2
Ranged Attack+3 longsword 1d8 19-20/x2
+6 dagger 1d4 19-20/x2 10ft.
+6 shortbow 1d6 x3 60ft.
+6 shortbow 1d6 x3 60ft.
Saves
Fort +1 (+1 base, +0 CON)
Ref +7 (+4 base, +3 DEX)
Will +3 (+4 base, -1 WIS)
Ref +7 (+4 base, +3 DEX)
Will +3 (+4 base, -1 WIS)
Special Abilities
Racial
+2 on saves vs. Sleep and Charm, +2 to Bluff, Intimidate, and Sense Motive, Natural Linguist, Minor Change Shape (Su)
Class
Bardic Music (Countersong, Fascinate, Inspire Courage +1, Inspire Competence), Bardic Knowledge
+2 on saves vs. Sleep and Charm, +2 to Bluff, Intimidate, and Sense Motive, Natural Linguist, Minor Change Shape (Su)
Class
Bardic Music (Countersong, Fascinate, Inspire Courage +1, Inspire Competence), Bardic Knowledge
Skills
Bluff +12 (+7 ranks, +2 racial, +3 CHA), Perform (Oration) +10 (+7 ranks, +3 CHA), Diplomacy +10 (+7 ranks, +3 CHA), Disguise +10 (+7 ranks, +3 CHA), Gather Information +10 (+7 ranks, +3 CHA), Sneak +10 (+7 ranks, +3 DEX), Climb +3 (+3 ranks, +0 STR), Sense Motive +7 (+6 ranks, +2 racial, -1 WIS), Tumble +8 (+5 ranks, +3 DEX)
Feats
Weapon Finesse, Quick Draw
Spells
Spells known 0th- Lullaby, Ghost Sound, Message, Dancing Lights, Mage Hand, Detect Magic, 1st- Alarm, Charm Person, No LightBoVD, 2nd- Tongues, Dance of RuinBoVD
Spells per day 0/0/0/0/1/1/1/2
Spells per day 0/0/0/0/1/1/1/2
Equipment
Chain shirt, Slippers of Spider Climbing, dagger, longsword, shortbow, arrow (x100), disguise kit (10 uses), spell component pouch, Glamerweave noble's outfit, Darkweave explorer's outfit, 108gp
Languages
Common, Dwarven, Elven
Description
Standing a shade over five and a half feet tall, Nix is not imposing. His blank eyes, half-molded features, and fishbelly skin are as disconcerting as in any Changeling, yet beyond these common features Nix merely appears to be a thin, lithe noble. Deep reds and maroons shift in the Glamerweave of his long-tailed jacket, set off by dark trousers, tooled boots, and a wide swordbelt dangling a longsword. Nix speaks in a voice smooth and dark, like oiled wood, often fidgeting with his unshorn black hair.
Nix rarely looks like this for long.
Nix rarely looks like this for long.
Background
From an early age, the change a Changeling undergoes is entirely cosmetic. While the flesh may buckle and through strange thaumaturgy resemble something else entirely, each Changeling maintains a stalwart core of self: an ember of who the Changeling is and isn't.
Nix lacks this ember.
As an orphan in Sharn, Nix wandered from home to home, watching the happy family from without before deciding to literally become, to his fragile mind, the object of his obsession. Of course, after a few early accidents in which the real child returned home to find a double in their place, Nix learned that to truly become what he wished, the original must die. To compound things, Nix never felt guilt -- it was always little Suze, or Desh, or Walder that did the killing, never Nix.
Years and persona tumbled into one another. Contract killing, becoming the famed Pale Knife for a time, spending several semesters at Morgrave, a barkeep named Jug, skyway mason, drug peddler: One-Eyed Germaine, Mindy Tallale, Kjaer Ironmaw, Rence, Kesh the Black, Green Gretchen, Lord Wilas. Years spent deeply and truly becoming each persona until, as startling as finding a second head, the realization that Nix could change, could become another, finding the skills and memories from each persona running into the other like paint -- a full palette all mixing together into purest black.
A purest black in which Nix found a question: who am I?.
Now, an adult, shifting personalities regularly and completely in a search for identity, Nix is driven by a simple credo: if I kill them, I cannot be them, truly.
Nix lacks this ember.
As an orphan in Sharn, Nix wandered from home to home, watching the happy family from without before deciding to literally become, to his fragile mind, the object of his obsession. Of course, after a few early accidents in which the real child returned home to find a double in their place, Nix learned that to truly become what he wished, the original must die. To compound things, Nix never felt guilt -- it was always little Suze, or Desh, or Walder that did the killing, never Nix.
Years and persona tumbled into one another. Contract killing, becoming the famed Pale Knife for a time, spending several semesters at Morgrave, a barkeep named Jug, skyway mason, drug peddler: One-Eyed Germaine, Mindy Tallale, Kjaer Ironmaw, Rence, Kesh the Black, Green Gretchen, Lord Wilas. Years spent deeply and truly becoming each persona until, as startling as finding a second head, the realization that Nix could change, could become another, finding the skills and memories from each persona running into the other like paint -- a full palette all mixing together into purest black.
A purest black in which Nix found a question: who am I?.
Now, an adult, shifting personalities regularly and completely in a search for identity, Nix is driven by a simple credo: if I kill them, I cannot be them, truly.
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TarionzCousin
Second Most Angelic Devil Ever
I like these. Consider them yoinked.Hanuman47 said:
