Here's Ty. For his 1/2 level, I just gave him
eldritch blast; he'll get his other invocation at full 1st.
[sblock=Ty, Warlock 1/2]
Tybalt "Ty" Arahan (CR 1/2) (-500 XP)
CG Male human warlock 1/2
Init +1;
Senses Listen -1, Spot -1
Languages Common, Sylvan
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AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14; +4 armor, +1 Dex
hp 3 (1/2 HD)
Fort +0,
Ref +1,
Will +0; +3 Will vs. enchantment
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Spd 30 ft.
Ranged eldritch blast +1 (1d6)
Melee club -1 (1d6-1)
Base Atk +0;
Grp -1
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Abilities Str 9, Dex 13, Con 11, Int 12, Wis 9, Cha 18
Feats Fey Heritage
Skills Bluff +6, Disguise +6, Sense Motive +1, Use Magic Device +6
Possessions club, chain shirt, sunrod, traveler's outfit, 58 gp; 30 lbs. (light load)
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Fey Heritage (Complete Mage) +3 on Will save vs. enchantment
[sblock=Advancement]
L1/2->Warlock 1/2 HP 3 (1d6/2) SP: (2x2+1x2+1x2)
Skills Bluff +2, Disguise +2, Sense Motive +2, Use Magic Device +2
Abilities: Str 9, Dex 13, Con 11, Int 12, Wis 9, Cha 18
Feats: Fey Heritage (Human bonus)[/sblock][/sblock]
Background
The Arahan family was one of the most respected Oakburst: As owners of the general store, they prospered and filled a needed function in the small town. They were quiet but did their part. One child they had---a quiet, spooky boy they named Tybalt, after a distant ancestor of Mahrey Arahan. As a young boy, Tybalt was callow and pale, never speaking.
That all changed the day the odd Druid came to town.
It was ten years ago now, when Tybalt was but six. For whatever reason, after the Druid passed through, the young lad---who had not even laid eyes on the druid---vanished. Walked into the woods by himself. Search parties were sent. The entire village mobilized. But young Tybalt could not be found.
A week later, what would be known as Ty stumbled back out.
While everyone whispered it must have been some sort of changeling, his parents knew it was Tybalt, only changed. His dark hair, like his parent's, was gone---replaced with that not right silver. His eyes were a chill blue, not the brown of before. And the Ty that returned was a hellion. His parents could not control him; the boy could be found anywhere, talking other kids into anything, and otherwise making a scandal of himself. He was clearly touched.
Time passed, and as these things happened, Ty
changed. Like others, he got taller and became more of a man. But at the same time, odd things would happen. Vines would go wild, choking previously clear oaks. Animals would become submissive, or strange breezes would come up near Ty. They were not signs of fiends, but not of this world either. A changeling for sure.
Now, at the age of 16, the Arahan's have a mixed reputation. They still run the general store, but they also have
that boy, the one that cannot be tamed, that rapscallion rascal. The village elders await the day when something drives the force of nature that is Ty out of town. For then they may finally have peace.
Appearance and Personality
Ty has an otherworldly countenance, with a shock of long silver hair and eyes the color of winter. This 'otherness' draws eyes to him, and it does not hurt that he is a striking figure. Only Brandon in the village is taller, though one would be hard pressed to call any fairer.
Ty's personality cannot be called anything other than scandalous. He flaunts the authority in the town, but always in a way that make those he offends seem foolish. While a few have thrown fists his way, it only seems to broaden the devilish grin on the young man's face.