[Pathfinder] Skull and Shackles

[kingmonkey]

[Mal Radagast]

[Aosaw]

Reading more in-depth about Cayden Cailean, I've changed my mind - it would make sense that Hemlen would be a follower of the Accidental God, and finding a boy listing in the waters would be a clear sign to him, a "gift" from Cayden.

Also, it's reassuring to see in the description that not all Caileanites are drunks - a paladin of Cayden would enjoy the odd drink, but not to excess. Also, Cayden's personality (taking the Test of the Starstone on a drunken dare) matches Nemat's outlook almost perfectly.

Changing Nemat's last name to Cailean. I think this is a good clarification.

[Mal Radagast]

*nods*

It's actually an important point to many of Cayden's worshipers - if you hold alcohol as a sacred value, then abusing it equates to blasphemy. Another take is - if your assumption is that ale-worship amounts to illness/incompetence, then your perception and experience of ale must be particularly sad. Similarly, it's just ignorant to assume that an entire faith is falling-down drunk...far too many logistical flaws.

[kenneth]

Originally Posted by Malleus Malaprop

@kenneth - Consider her stolen! By the way, do you know who the artist is?

Nope, I just found her pawing through the inter-webs. I pulled her off of this guide.

[Outcast]

Kenneth's redhead is a character called "Captain Beatrice", created by Anna Ignatieva (aka Anry). This is another picture of her.

I'm also among the horde of interested prospective players, though I'm debating whether I have time....

I'm thinking of a cleric of Hanspur, for whom the River Freedoms are sacred tenets, here to educate the Southern freebooters in the true nature of waterborne liberty and opportunism. Favoured domains would probably be Travel and Water. The campaign trait would most likely be Barrroom Talespinner, to represent someone who's more enthusiastic than experienced when it comes to knowledge of piracy.

But common sense and the temptation to sign up are presently warring with each other.

[Feirnon]

Ok, so this is my current character application that will be paired with Creapers once they get their application down. It's almost complete but lacks a true background. For now, my previous application's background can be a stand-in until I've rewritten said background to fit Ulfgar better/coincide with Creapers. Portrait to come.

 

Name: Ulfgar “Doc” Stormchild
Race: Dwarf
Class: Cleric of Besmara (Weather and Water Domains)


Tropes: Tension Releaser or Task Leader (<=Top three tropes. Pending Group Dynamic) Main role will likely be healer and initially deck washer. He’ll be one of the higher caste dwarves or at least mildly act it. Patient and enduring, but will eventually crack under constant mockery of his honor and goddess. Fighting isn’t much of a problem. If he knows everyone else can handle it without getting hurt, he’ll watch and heal if needed. He’s not preachy because Besmara isn’t preachy, though that doesn’t stop him from inciting her name on occasion. Argues with his twin sometimes, and bonks him on the head for his ignorance. Standard Cleric of Besmara, pirating, plundering, and all.


Background:

 

Ulfgar was born on a ship at sea during a voyage between two large cities set apart by a continent. The ship experienced all manner of ill fortune; from pirates to monster, and even a pair of siren. The crew were bloodied and barely able to fend off the last bits of nasty when during a light storm, he was born. Most thought it to be a stroke of luck on a doomed voyage. The captain of the ship and his parents thought different about that stroke of luck when they saw a birthmark on Ulfgar’s chest. A skull and crossbones sat in the perfect center of his chest; most would see it as a simple pirate's blessing, but those pirates who believed in Besmara knew it to be the holy birthmark of Besmara. It was a blessing, one very rarely seen even on those born on the docks.

The blessing ended up influencing Ulfgar’s life more than he expected, for he somehow managed to find his way to sea every few weeks on one trip or another with his parents. During each of these trips he was instructed by a cleric of Besmara in the holy ways of her teachings. The cleric did not just instruct him in the good ways of seafairing life; he also taught him of the questionable morality of pirates and their outlook. It was a very strange way of life to be taught behind his parent’s backs about treachery on the high seas. He learned much of the way of life on the high seas, so much so that he usually felt insecure too far inland.

His parents made sure he had a very good education; no matter the subject, they would hire a tutor to travel with them and instruct him in their area of expertise. From legends to linguistics, he learned volumes of useful and useless information. Some of it stuck, and that shaped him as he grew. Even unexpected tutors were arranged upon contact aboard the ships. One time while traveling back to the west of the continent there was a man from a foreign land, foreign even to how much Ulfgar traveled, who taught him of a weapon most peculiar. Of course this man only did so after his parents paid him well for the two month’s of lessons, but what he taught stayed as solid as the weapon he wielded: the meteor hammer. Though the weapon was not the instructed weapon of choice for Besmara Clerics, it called to him like nothing he’d ever felt before. He wondered why more sailors didn’t use the weapon, for it embodied the ocean in physical weapon form. Its movements were as fluid as the infinite waves while it struck with the power of a tidal wave.

At long last, after years of traveling the high seas with his parents, he parted ways with them at the age of sixty. He knew well of his goddess Besmara, and he knew well her teachings. Though he yearned to continue traveling the seas, he had no true desire to impose his religion on those around him. He felt that the choice to worship Besmara was a solid requirement any devotee should give to a potential follower rather than to force them into belief as he was. If they followed her ways, so be it, and if they didn’t then it was their loss. All he wanted to do was travel, and if he persuaded someone to follow Besmara in doing so, all the better. Ulfgar found his fate after he drank to Besmara’s name with a few trustworthy sailors on a particularly lively night at the Formidably Maid. He trusted them to get him onto the high seas; but he hadn’t expected a press gang induction onto the ship. Fate did so love to toy with him.

Trait Post: The wind whispered tales of distant seas and faraway lands to Ulfgar as he gazed out to the horizon for the rising sun. “What will today hold in store for us, Besmara? Will you swing treachery or treasure our way?” Ulfgar muttered as he prepared for the morning prayers to his goddess. His hand held the weight of the silver hammer, while his fingers ran over the heavily fortified holy symbols of Besmara. At each skull he chanted a prayer before ending it on the crossbones below. The holy symbol glowed faintly as it moved; even when he let it swing loose back and forth did it glow an eerie faded white. The silver in the spaces between the jolly roger symbol slowly turned a midnight black while the skull shone silvery-white. “Besmara, to me thy beckon. Speak your will, so that I may seek th’ plunder. I take my fill, so that I may grow your hoard. I plunder for me, but not to keep. On open sea, and ne’er to sleep. Besmara, to thee, thy spoils reap.”

From beneath his cloth white shirt he could see the glow of his goddess’ will. He knew it well and was very used to the soft light, for it had been with him his entire life. His birthmark filled with warmth as he finished the prayer before the feeling faded back to the cool breeze of the sea. Once again he turned his gaze upon the horizon where the sun now grew in size. “There is such thing as honor among pirates, and if I can be an example of it, then I’ll flaunt it like a bit o’ plunder.” The winds once again whispered their intent to him. He stood from his crouched position on deck and walked to the railing of the ship. “Be kind to us today, but don’t make it too easy; we’re pirates after all.” The smile on his face only faded when he saw one of the real crew coming for him, “Great….back to work.” The loose chain of his holy symbol wrapped back around his waist and right arm with a minor flick of the wrist. “Ready fer duty, crewman. I prayed enough for Besmara to be with us today.”


Thoughtful Ramble: If I had to choose an aspect to talk about for Ulfgar, it would probably be his higher Wisdom stat (assuming you meant only ability scores as aspects). Ulfgar is a wizened dwarven cleric who perceives the world as passing him by. Thrills, lows, tastes, women, and general experiences are all transitory, and he knows this. He watches and observes the world around him whether it is a coin with suspicious weight, or a simple sunset. He sees the beauty and value in most things and takes the time to appreciate it when he can. He knows bumping heads in a hostile environment can be stupid and would rather compromise than cause unnecessary bloodshed.

Now to my writing style. I’d have to say that if Wisdom is his high stat, then I’ll try to write detailed posts and take some liberties with setting a scene’s background, props, and view. How the wind blows, how many seagulls circle above, how many zits are on Baby-face Bob’s grizzly and grimy seadog face. It won’t be game-influencing detail, but I hope to put in enough to make a solid post. That said, repetition of such detail would be annoying; so if I’ve exhausted my options before a scene finishes, I’ll possibly wait for a change to post again. Dialog might be long winded, filled with clever double-meanings, or short with witty snips. If other players give more, I try to add to it.

And finally, casting. This is somewhat unusual as a Cleric. They can cast spontaneous heal/injure spells equal to the spell level sacrificed. This allows me to pick creative spells without worrying about dedicated healing spells. For instance, while fresh water is very important on the high seas, Create Water can also be used to help wash the deck (or force his twin to shower). Casting will be aimed at emphasizing his Wisdom score with cleverness, creativity, and versatility. I specifically chose the Weather and Water Domains for Ulfgar because of the storm he was born in (Weather), while the Water Domain serves as his permanent connection to the sea he loves and is blessed by.

 

Channel Energy: I am rather confused by this ability, as it is the only ability the Cleric acquires after level 1. The cleric relies on their Wisdom to cast, and yet their only ability requires Charisma to work properly. The initial description of the ability even says that they let out a wave of positive energy by channeling the power of their faith. Charisma is a rough measurement of how strong a character’s personality is or how present they are visibly, but the power of their faith wouldn’t come from how well they play with words or move their body. Power of faith would come more from a character’s dedication and willpower to resist heresy and physically project their stalwart belief in their goddess’ ideals. Therefore I humbly ask if Channel Energy could be changed from Charisma based to Wisdom based. Charisma won’t be neglected in the least since he’s an educated pirate, but it seems odd that this power is based off a force of personality rather than the strength of willpower.

Flaws: Ulfgar thinks a lot and can get caught up by beautiful views, objects, or beings. He has a strange desire to wed a non-dwarf female, so he’s more attracted to other women. Will argue with his brother and drink him under the table if he has to.


Massive Damage: I actually like it because it adds color to the characters and campaign. It’s better than death, but it could get somewhat annoying for a character that frequently sustains massive damage due to proximity of nasties. Two words though: Pirate Scarrrs!!! (Plus, regeneration later will help Ulfgar become a valuable member of the crew if he isn’t one by then due to his healing abilities.)


Editing: I haven’t ever had a complaint from a DM regarding my post quality (perhaps they were gracious). I try to keep my posts advanced and literate because I too despise bad grammar, punctuation, and general readability. If ever you feel like editing the post to correct errors I may have overlooked on my proof-read, by all means, do so. Editing content is a different matter, but you didn’t mean that with this section .

[Mal Radagast]

@Outcast - Thanks for spotting the artist! Concerning your character, I would wonder at someone who upheld such Freedoms and then seriously proposed to 'convert' other folk. A bragging bard perhaps would be more likely, and still within the concept?

@Feimon - Don't worry as much about getting the background in - so long as you know the important bits, then you know your motives. It's less vital for me to know. Level one characters don't have too much backstory, anyroad. As to channeling, you'll note that Charisma only comes into play when it's used offensively - which I think fits with that aspect of charisma which translates more as 'force of personality.' I like that perhaps a deity grants him spells, but it's his own character which would have to supply the force, and Wisdom seems basically passive. (Mechanically, it spreads the cleric a bit thinner to keep him from being too SAD, I suppose.) On that note however, there are some interesting Channel Variants which I would probably accept. Also, you may choose to reword spontaneous casting to apply to domain spells instead of healing - though this is almost purely flavorful, and in fact somewhat weaker than spontaneous healing. Still, it's an interesting option, I've always thought.

[Darkling]

Character Application Jacqueline "Jackie" DeLacey Name: Jacqueline DeLacey Race: Half-Elf (Water Child Racial Trait) Class: Gunslinger (Musket Master Archetype) Alignment: Chaotic/Neutral (Traveler) Background: Where Jackie goes, Jackie finds trouble. At least, that's how it feels to her. Perhaps it is merely her tendency to step on toes wherever she goes, or perhaps it is a run of bad luck. As the bastard child of a noble family, Jacqueline DeLacey has serious issues with both authority and heritage, something she is struggling to come to terms with. The DeLacey line had always been well-known for its purity in both blood and business practice as a merchant trading company, making Jackie's mother and her dalliance with a vagabond elf something of an embarrassment to the family. Unsure what to do yet not cold enough of heart to leave a newborn to the streets, they formally adopted the girl, claiming her the daughter of a family friend who had passed on. Though her family permitted her to use the family name, Jackie's surrogate father considered her a mistake, resolving to 'remove' her elven nature with discipline and rigor. He resented her for what she was, a half-elven impurity and a symbol of his wife's infidelity, and thus reminded her at every opportunity of her inability to inherit nor hold a position of responsibility. Growing more resentful of her father and the cruel words of her adoptive siblings (never knowing they were truly tied by blood), Jackie found her respite in the harbour. Often sneaking out of her lessons in her young adulthood, the half-elf took delight in both swimming and watching the magnificent ships pull into port, wishing for her own chance to be aboard a mighty ship. Both difficult to control and yearning for stimulation for her buzzing mind, with her parents' grudging permission, Jackie apprenticed herself to a shipwright & weaponsmith. The shipwright, an elderly human named Cole, was both taken aback and pleasantly surprised at how quickly Jackie took to the trade, and did his best to teach her all he knew. Things were growing tense at home, her fathers' attempts at forcing her into a path befitting the family name, and arguments between the family members were growing more frequent by passing day. But Jackie had fallen in love with something new and exciting, something that demanded her attention whenever she was not swimming or working on a ship's hull; gunpowder. It was something that frightened her at first but intrigued her all the same, and she knew this weapon would be the way of the future, working with Cole to forge and refine firearms for sale and practice, the young woman finding herself drawn to the musket in particular. She ended up forging one for herself, a battered and clumsy effort, but one she remained proud of as she trained with it whenever she could. One night, Jackie returned to the family estate to find her mother drinking heavily, the woman attempting to prepare herself to deliver the half-elf some news of her lineage. After revealing her true bloodline, Jackie was furious, both at the deception and her family's decision to cut her from a chance at inheriting. Full of spite and resentment, this lead to a heated debate with her father on the same night, bitter and hateful words exchanged that could never be taken back. The man, having endured years of trying to raise this unwanted mutt into something respectable, flew into a rage and struck at Jackie with a glass, a grievous wound from lip to ear. The girl fled in pain and anger, seeking to escape both her 'family' and their lies, and signed on with the first ship she could find. For a few years, she served as a shipwright and lookout aboard "The Aspirant", a ship that strayed somewhere between privateer and pirate, the girl finding solace in having the seas nearby at all times and making herself useful to people who needed her. There, she made the first friend she'd had in a long time, a plain speaking man named Lash. He seemed able to see past her scar and exterior defenses, and the two formed something of a bond with each other. She found this friendship both strange and relieving, eager to have someone to rely on aboard the vessel, and the two spent much of their free time talking, especially in comparing their respective weapons of choice; bow against musket. The ship found itself running afoul of both rivals, enemies and occasionally the law, thus Jackie and Lash became no strangers to combat, fighting alongside each other eagerly. After a few years of high sail, a particularly gruesome skirmish nearly scuttled The Aspirant wholesale and sent it to the deep, the few survivors of the crew piloting the ship to the nearest safe harbour, Port Peril. The vessel was nothing but scrap wood now, and with the Captain dead, the crew disbanded. As they'd both survived, and eager to have some company, Jackie remained with Lash as they set about about finding work on another ship, eager to escape the dangers of Port Peril. Some strangely friendly individuals ended up pointing them towards the Formidably Maid, a course of action she has come to regret. Tropes: Jerkass Woobie - courtesy of godofallbears! Jackie is an expert swimmer thanks to the elven side of her heritage, as well as holding skills in being a shipwright, an engineer, and working with siege weapons & gunpowder. She rankles at authority and being given orders against her will, but given the dangerous nature of the ship and crew, she does her best to keep her temper at bay. She is likely able to serve as a lookout, and is quite capable at performing any underwater repairs necessary to keep the ship in one piece, if it comes to that. A fine shot with her musket, she's not keen on getting up close and personal with her enemies. Jackie has few social skills to speak of, trying to distance herself from her captors and fellows as much as possible while merely flying under the radar, finding Lash as her only reliable companion. If tasked with a job, she will do it to the best of her ability, and try to keep any comments to herself for fear of retribution. She is not rebellious enough to consider mutiny, her desire to live is enough to leave that idea dead in the water, but she will take what little shows of independence she can afford. Trait Post: Touched By The Sea Every night, she dreamed of the ocean. She had never truly known why, but her elven side always called out to her from the waves, beckoning her to revel in it. Her daily lessons bored her, finding only reprieve in learning of the design of ships, their weapons and sails, their masts and rigging, and what little she could learn of the art of an engineer. Her life was not uncomfortable, merely one of boredom and safety, trapped within the confines of her adoptive family's estate. The occasional day trip to the habour, whether with the nanny or accompanying her gruff adoptive father as he inspected cargo, was the only thing that dulled the itch for excitement that dwelled within her. The massive masts and sails of ships gliding effortlessly through the waters brought wonder and longing to her heart, and the smell of salt and the sounds of crashing waves haunted her, finding herself at her happiest when she could simply submerge herself in the inky blue. Drifting down, she was always excited to see what new things lay below the waves, a glimmer of fish or even something as simple as a discarded bottle or coin. These moments were few and far between, as her family deemed it necessary to keep her from what her heart yearned for, but as she grew older so did her boldness. Sneaking out for the evening, or 'forgetting' to attend her lessons to see the ships and swim beside them became a common point of argument between her and her surrogate parents. She couldn't understand their desire to keep her from something she truly loved, and they feigned ignorance at her obsession, calling it a passing fancy she would soon grow out of. The dreams of the sea were always so vivid, where she could swim as long as she liked without growing tired and she never seemed to grow short of breath. Yet she always felt a presence, a guiding hand that showed her the ways of the water, the currents and eddies. The presence was always out of sight, just in the corner of her eyes, and though she never saw his face she knew he was always smiling. Thoughtful Ramble: Jackie is a bitter young woman, angered at her family's lies and hypocrisy, which is part of the reason she has a low charisma score. The other part is a nasty scar she bears across the left side of her face, a grievous cut caused by her adoptive father in a fit of rage after he discovered she knew of her true lineage, a scandal he had wished to cover since the day she was brought to his home as an infant. The scar, starting at the corner of her lip and traveling in a jagged pattern to just under her ear, is distracting to most who attempt to hold conversation with her. Additionally, her lack of social skills combined with her burning rage at the injustices of the world tends to leave most of her relationships strained, the girl preferring to keep to herself unless a job needs doing. Most find her abrasive and cold, however underneath she is simply an angry young woman in need of direction. Despite this, Jackie is a perceptive, intelligent girl with both agility and deft fingers, allowing her to work on a ship, a ballista or a firearm with relative ease. Massive Damage: I'm all for scars & disfigurements! I'd prefer it if it didn't go too overboard, but it's far more interesting overall. Editing: I've honestly never had a DM edit my posts before, but as long as the change was purely aesthetic with regards to grammar/spelling/punctuation, I suppose I wouldn't have any concerns.

[Mal Radagast]

Due to overwhelming interest, and too many engaging applications, I am induced to bump that deadline up a month - to May 21st.

[Kshnik]

Basics Name: He awoke to swaying and knew, without opening his eyes, he was on water. His head was pounding causing him to reach his hand to his head to rub a spot above his right eye. He opens this eye, followed by the other, allowing the inside of a ship to make its acquaintance. He stays this way for many heartbeats until a voice jumps out of the silence. I don’t know what manner of creature you are but we are to be mates. I am Gregory and who do you be. He turns towards the sound of the voice to see a human, male, skinny, hairy, especially on the face, with a missing tooth, no, three missing teeth. He opens his mouth to speak I…I.. but is interrupted by the sourness of his throat and the rumblings of his belly and before he could continue he lets out a burp Jallluuuute. The human nods his head Well Jalute, I got this to tell you, you be a pirate now. Race: The stories you heard of Grippli have them as being small, slender, long limbs, yellow eyes, and skin of bright colors. There is a lot of truth to them. Jalute has bright yellow eyes, with specks of purple, skin mainly brown but with strips and spots the color of the sea. However, Jalute is tall for a Grippli, a few finger lengths above three feet and thick in body, limbs and digits, causing him to weigh in just over forty pounds. Individuals would describe him as more toad-like then frog. Class: Grippli monks’ techniques are embraced from nature. One rare fighting style draws some of its forms from a flower that can only be found in nutrient starved marshes. This flowers petal comes in multiples of three that cover up nine sharp looking stamens. As insects fly by the flower targets it and shoots out one of its stamens. Insects’ pierced by the stamen fall down and are soon grabbed by one of the flowers many shoots. The shoots pull in the prey providing the nutrients the flower needs. Archetype = Zen Archer Alignment: Lawful Individual - Jalute lives by his own code, keeps mainly to the corners and shadows and maintains a simple lifestyle. By this you would think that he would want to be in a more structured environment. No, Jalute prefers to be in locations where there is disarray. Quite often Jalute can be heard clicking In chaos there is room for singularity. Even though Jalute is a bit loner, at the core of his spirit, he needs to be in the presences of other intelligent creatures. So when it comes to companions he is not picky. Better be with an elf then by oneself.

Tropes/Traits/Rambles Tropes: Dirty old man towards adult Non-Grippli females. Jalute favors fighting from afar and up high. If the opponent is either elf or orc he will be seen to move closer, throw out his net and take the fight to the individual. If asked why, he will croak in reply they irritate me. When is height, having a bump of a nose, and flaps of skin for ears required to be a member of a ‘civilized’ society? F@&% the elves. Strength is not the only component of being able to fight well; might is not always right. F@&% the Orcs. Trait: Touched by the Sea. Jalute is fascinated by water. Water flows down the easiest path. If it can’t find an easy path, it batters the obstacle over and over until the path becomes easy. Jalute sees a duality in water. Water that is paramount for survival and water that seductively leads to death; Fresh and Salt; Ying and Yang. Jalute instincts put his survival first, his race comes a very close second, but against this instinct he is drawn to the sea. Above all else Jalute just likes the feel of water. Waters good for the skin; keeps it moist. He’d swim better with web-feet. Maybe I should craft some. These sailor types would buy them up. Bah, what would I do with the coin. Thoughtful Ramble: Grippli are social creatures and they have an internal need to be part of a group. Jalute knows right and wrong, likes to laugh and very optimistic about life. What gets Jalute into trouble, makes him unappealing to others, are his customs and traditions. Charisma is not his strong suit. In the Grippli society they don’t have names instead they use physical descriptions of the individual. This works since each Grippli are very different in appearance from one another; color of skin, strips, spots, bumps and etc. This is not true for other races, when Jalute should be using a name he uses a combination of physical and personality descriptions which may not be flattering. Jalute is confused by how other humanoids deal with sex. Sex is not with one partner but multiple. When release is needed it is done the same as if you have to relieve yourself of other bodily functions. I saw you take a piss over there. What’s wrong with me doing this over here? Folks who have spent any time with him have learned to go the other direction when they turn a corner and recognize the back belonging to Jalute.

Flaws: None at the moment
Massive Damage: Works for me.
Editing: If you can beat me to my multiple edits per post; Have at it.

 

Jalute is a very visual being so at the beginning Jalute will subconsciously gravitate towards females over males, smaller stature over larger; agile over muscular, round ears over pointy ears and etc. Jalute views magic with some distrust; Natural magic (Druids and, for some reason, bards) are seen with less distrust.

Females Affectionately: Alluria will facinate Jalute. She will be his ideal exotic women. Like: Caitlyns race will draw Jalute attention and will be the reason he will approach her. Her nature for getting in trouble will will offset his distrust in her magic abilities. Selenes personality, Jalute will describe as a huricane, and will keep him around despite her magic. Conflicted: Jacqueline will be a cause of annoyance with Jalute. Her personality and some of her physical attributes will cause him to drool with desire, at the same time he will be put off by her elven heritage and his dislike of guns. Jalute will be angry at himself for being attractive to Jacqueline.

Males Friends: Brandon - Jalute would be at ease around this individual. Bart - would start off avoiding him but Barts personality will bring Jalute in. Finn - Jalute would like from the get go and could see them being friends. Nathin - Small, thin and passionate is something Jalute would be drawn to however any signs of magical skills would slow this relationship. Acquaintance: Great Melinko - Jalute would be taken in by his personality and size but the magic part would keep him at arms length. Jack Stormchild - short and rowdy. Jalute would hang out with him but wouldnt get to personal. Tristan - his elven hertiage would be an obstacle but Tristan antics with the ladies would get Jalute laughing. Conflicted: Jeviah - magic would be an obstacle but in secret Jalute would like the person. Hewitt - Would love his antics but dislike his magic. Mar - big and quiet - Jalute first impressions would not be good. Nemat - His personality would be appealling but depending on physical characteristics and type of weapons Nemat uses may slow any relations. Dislike: Bahadir - big and loud; would keep Jalute away but the bluntness of his personality Jalute would like. Liam - Would perceive him as a bully, additionaly Liam wields those loud firearms. Lash - elven heritage and direct competition - Jalute would not like this person. Takir - Elven heritage plus magic.. Jalute would stay away.

[Tyrant Xerxes]

I've got a gunslinger I'm brewing up for this, should have it posted by tonight.

[Feirnon]

Originally Posted by Malleus Malaprop

Due to overwhelming interest, and too many engaging applications, I am induced to bump that deadline up a month - to May 21st.

It's a seafaring campaign. I should have warned you that seafaring campaigns are somewhat popular given the rarity of a DM willing to run one. That and pirates. Pirates made this go from extraordinary to epic.

[Troy]

Application Name: Lash Race: Half-Elf Class: Ranger - Freebooter|Skirmisher Archetype Tropes Lash is a sailor but he isn't one for running around shirtless with a patch on his eye and a parrot on his Though he does sport a large hoop earringshoulder. His Uncle was Captain of The Aspirant, a Privateer/Pirate Ship, and you learn a couple things when you're fighting pirates one day and merchants the next. It takes a cutlass a lot longer to open you up if you wear armor and stay away from the I have no need of swashes, buckled or otherwisebucklers of swash, an arrow kills a man before he can kill you, and always do what the Captain says. Unless doing what the captain says will get you killed... Then you pretend to do what the Captain says and take your beating later. Lash isn't cowardly by any means but he doesn't believe in dying for no other reason than someone else wanting his Uncle's boat. The gray eyes he got from his half-elf mother and his natural talent with a bow made Lash an easy choice for the Crow's Nest and The Aspirant's elite group of archers, which was fine with him. Lounging in the Crow's Nest or drinking with the other archers saved him from most of the dirtier chores and earned him a bit of respect from his crewmates. Trait - Buccaneers Blood Lash's father is a fisherman but he's horrible at it and, as a result, Lash grew up poor. When he turned fourteen he was sent to work on his Uncle Vane's ship, The Aspirant. Growing up with Read -- Sometimes sailors; Sometime Piratessailors gave him a bit of a rough tongue but more than enough common sense to make up for it. Once he was old enough to be let out of the galley he was immediately put to work in the Crow's Nest and taken in by the archers. Life after that became a blur of government contracts, pillaging merchant ships, and rum. Ten years after his induction to the crew his uncle took on a woman named Jackie. The general consensus was that she be left at port but his uncle insisted, saying that firearms like the musket she carried were the future. Most of the archers immediately dismissed the woman, refusing to talk to her, but Lash was curious. After a bit of discussion and a few days at sea, he had grown fond of the callous, water-loving woman. An immediate rivalry sprung up between the two, as Lash was the best archer on the ship and Jackie was no slouch with her musket. The two often took turns at the Crow's Nest, even sharing shifts when more eyes were needed. Soon after Jackie joined the crew, one of his Uncle's Privateer rivals attacked The Aspirant, severely crippling the ship and killing Lash's Uncle Vane. The remaining crew of The Aspirant was able to pull into Port Peril but the ship was too damaged to repair without money the crew didn't have. Lash, having no desire to go home and try his hand at fishing, ended up with Jackie at the Formidably Maid. He was hoping that the battered woman would need a bit of comfort and had enough coin to get him drunk but he only made it through one pint before everything went black. Thoughtful Ramble Lash is taking Dual-Archetypes in an attempt to make the flavor of the character fit the class. I'm not sure how I'm going to make Animal Empathy and Track work on a boat but I've been thinking about it for a bit. Depending on how shy sea-critters are gonna be, I could keep myself from getting eaten by a shark. Maybe I could grab a passing bird while in the Crow's Nest.. Shrug. I'm still working on Track. How do you track something in water? Ripple patterns? But if you're close enough to see the ripples, you'd be close enough to see whatever your tracking. Unless it's the shark that tried to eat me a bit ago and why would I go after the shark? The rest of the class features are either replaced by freebooter/skirmisher, or seem a lot easier to fit in. I'm also still trying to come to terms with him being bald, not that his baldness has to do with anything important but I keep thinking about giving him a hat. Flaws Mechanically - None.   -Massive Damage- Some of the options seem fine but losing limbs could make a character pretty useless. -Editing Posts- Eeep. As long as the content isn't messed with, I don't mind.

[Cedric]

Application updated and finished, might need some minor spelling adjustment. Let me know if you have any questions or something needs fixing.