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Old 02-13-2015, 08:42 PM
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Old 02-15-2015, 11:57 AM
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Old 02-15-2015, 06:49 PM
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Angrim Nighthelm
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Name: Angrim Nighthelm
Race: Human
Class: Magus (Bladebound)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Backstory: Angrim, at first look, is nothing out of the ordinary. He is an average male human of average stature. He grew up with both his parents in a rather wealthy city. The only thing that would draw your attention is his white hair that resembles virtually no one in the city, well besides the old folk who spend their remaining years taking long, slow laps around the city.

Being an only child, Angrim received the full attention of his parents. He was homeschooled from a young age and his parents made sure he was fully focused from the beginning. His parents hired the top scholars within the nearby realm to teach him math, rhetoric, history etc.. Lucian would always try his hardest in his studies but deep down there were only two things he realized he actually enjoyed.

There was one scholar by the name of Lucian. He would come one a week in the evening dusk to teach young Angrim about history and lore. Angrim enjoyed these lessons immensely as they often talked about wars and magic, which, like every boy his age, was thrilled about the idea of battle. He would spend hours asking question upon question from battle strategies, outcomes, and what type of magic was used. The teacher never got frustrated with Angrim and enjoyed taking the time to answer all of his questions; he could see something interesting in the boy.

On the other hand during the day, whenever his father had time, he would learn how to fight with the blade. His father, although an aristocrat, used to be a soldier in times of need. He tried to pass on to his son the arts of dueling and to impart when it was better to fight or fly. He realized his son was a natural as he quickly began to become a challenge for even him. By the age of 15 Angrim could disarm his father and pin him before he could even break a sweat.

Around the age of 17 there was a terrible accident with on of Angrims favorite teachers, Lucian. He was the gentleman who for the past 5 years had taught him of war and history. He was on his way traveling from another village when his caravan was attacked by group of bandits. There were no survivors. This left Angrim terribly sad and disappointed. There were so many more questions he had to ask, as he got older. He particularly wanted to ask him about magic as it continued to intrigue him over the past couple years of life but was something his parents never entertained and would immediately change the subject, if he continued on it he knew a swift beating was to come.

He spent the rest of his late teens studying all the same but sneaking off every chance to his family’s archives and the various storehouses of the city in search of finding how he could perform magic. One night under the guise of the night he was prepared to try. He had taken his equipment with him and wandered out of the city where he would be away from prying eyes. He had been studying over the past year just one spell, all he wanted was the chance to perform magic like the countless stories of his childhood.

He stood there in the dark, holding a sword in one hand and his other palm facing the sky. He cleared his mind and began to chant. He could feel energy flowing through him, but when he opened his eyes he was disappointed to see that nothing had happened. His palm was still covered by the shadows but in his other hand the sword was glowing a deep red. He had indeed channeled magic through his body but instead of focusing it in a spell, he found that it had channeled into his sword. He took the blade and swung at the nearest tree. It went about half way through and when he removed it he noticed the mark that he had left was charred through the tree. While he did not accomplish his goal he had found his destiny.

Over the next 5 years he continued his practice of learning to funnel energy into his weapon. He also began to learn how to cast a variety of basic spells found in some old tomes kept by his family’s archives. He grew both strong and wise, if not a bit cocky. But all of this he kept a secret from his family, for if his father ever knew that he had no plans on following in his steps, he would be crushed.

On the eve of his 25th birthday Angrim snuck out in the quiet of the night with nothing but his sword, armor, and a sack of supplies, eager never to return.



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Race: Elf

Class: Inquisitor (Sacred Huntsman)

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Old 02-19-2015, 04:24 PM
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Terrigan Bundercass
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Name:Terrigan Bundercass

Race: Halfling

Class: Ethermancer

Gender: M

Age: 26

Physical Description: Halflings have a reputation for being rotound, but Terrigan is broad enough to almost pass for a short dwarf, if not for his lack of facial hair. His clothes, clearly once of the finest quality, have been soiled by mud, rain, and who knows what, in addition to being clearly sown over in multiple places.

Despite this, he always manages to keep himself perfectly clean, his flesh as soft and unblemished as a newborn. His brown hair is kept cropped short, and his face kept clear of facial hair. His beady eyes glare over his impressive nose, and he walks with a haughty step, always looking up (and not just because he has to in order to see his customers).

Short (500 words is plenty) backstory: Honest. Fair. Noble. These are words that perfectly describe somebody else. Wherever there are coins to be found, odds are good that Terrigan is there to find a few more.

The child of an honest business man and his alchemist wife, he inherited his mother's love for money but not her alchemical talent, and his father's persuasion but not his ethical integrity. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and his blood is as blue as the ocean. This has resulted in his rather portly appearance, but despite his appearance, his smooth talking skills meant that he had no trouble finding romantic partners (and perhaps his near endless wealth helped a bit).

This gave him a rather inflated view of himself, which only intensified when he began manifesting strange abilities. He began to flaunt his superiority, earning him quite the unpleasant reputation in his town, as well as a few enemies, who fared to strike him directly for fear of retaliation from his doting, wealthy parents. And so they came up with a plan to frame him for murder, taking advantage of his love for flaunting his arcane abilities. The ploy succeeded, and Terrigan was given two choices-life in a cell, or life anywhere else but here.

Cut off from his steady source of income, but still desperately clinging to his once luxurious way of life, Terrigan has gone the way of the charlatan, traveling from town to town, selling fake alchemical potions under the guise of one of his father's merchants, fleecing the naive of their hard earned coin (and sometimes outright stealing from particularly suspicious towns), then fleeing before (or if his luck is rotten, immediately after) he is found out for the sham that he is. He generally tries to hide his eldritch power from others, both because of the stigma, deserved or otherwise, that comes with such power, and because it makes a great surprise trick to get an angry mob to pause, at least for a moment.

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Name: Donovan Carter
Race: Human
Class: Witch (Insanity Patron), Rat Familiar
Gender: Male
Age: Late twenties

Physical Description: Obviously something of a nervous wreck, Donovan has large baggy shadows under his eyes, deep lines in his face from frowning and furrowing his brow, and skittish movements, cautiously controlled motions of his hand and timid body language contrasting with almost out of control, bolting style of locomotion. He is light skinned, with short cut brown hair grown out to an unkempt medium length and brown hazel eyes. His body has gone to fat in many places but remains skinny in others, particularly his arms. Donovan seems to own a single set of tattered finery that he wears all of the time, a coat, shirt, and pants of colored silks and velvets that has become stained and ragged with wear. The man looks, all in all, considerably older than his twenty some years, although his frightened eyes still show much more life and youth than the rest of his physical form.

His familiar, almost always hidden from the outside world, looks from a distance like a particularly large brown rat. There is something unsettling human about its face, however, and its forward paws are unusually shaped, almost like a person's hands. Perhaps it's for the best that Donovan goes to great lengths to keep the creature's existence a secret...

Backstory: A child of a family of famously powerful but disturbed arcanists, Donovan was actually adopted out to an uncle by the name of Silus Carter at a young age. Silus lived a quiet life in the local town as a herbalist and scribe, but stubbornly refused to talk about life with his more famous relative abroad or to discuss why Donovan had been sent out to him to be raised. Donovan experienced an odd but relatively stable upbringing under the bachelor, growing into a young man known as something of an odd duck but nonetheless mostly accepted by the town as one of their own.

When the aging Silus' health began to fail as Donovan grew into adulthood, however, the younger man began to talk about heading out into the wider world to visit his family's estates. Rumors of horror and disaster had long clouded the Carter name, but Donovan knew nothing concrete of the fortunes of his kinsfolk and Silus, predictably, refused to speak of such matters to anybody. He and Donovan quarreled bitterly over his ward's desire to seek back out the family that he had lost, according to local gossip, but both parties refused to speak of such matters in public. When Silus began lapsing into increasingly lengthy periods of senility and catatonia, however, Donovan finally took control of his uncle's assets and sold off everything not necessary for hospice care. Gathering up his meager wealth and leaving his dying uncle behind, Donovan set out on his own to find the rest of his family at the age of 19.

Donovan initially sent back word of first his travels and then his first impressions of what was left of his immediate family. The letters grew more cryptic over time, however, becoming more scarce in their arrivals and then eventually stopping all together. Silus seemed profoundly disturbed during his periods of lucidity, but the elderly man soon passed. Years passed as well and Donovan Carter soon faded to the edge of the collective memory, an old story to be told on occasion by the older and more talkative townsfolk.

When Donovan finally returned he was almost unrecognizable, to the point that the local midwife he had sold his uncle's professional papers to had refused to let him see the documents half a dozen times and was on the verge of calling the town bailiff before she recognized him. Shaken and prematurely aged by his experiences, Donovan has spent the past few weeks wandering about town, a stranger in all but name. He has expressed a keen interest in his uncle's old effects, in local ruins, and in certain supernatural legends held by the townsfolk, but none of these inquiries ever seem to yield the results he's searching for or hold his interest for long. The new Donovan is rambling, anxious, and prone to wild mood swings, apparently uninterested in the basic rules of society but tormented by some puzzle or dilemma known to him alone.

 

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Old 03-08-2015, 06:29 PM
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Dane Raidcliff
Name: Dane Raidcliff
Race:Aasimar
Class: Oracle
Gender: Male
Age:60

Dane was born in a small city within the realm of Golarian. His family heritage was always a mystery due to their constant travels. Dane's father, a silk trader never spent much time in one place, always traveling up and down various trading routes to seek out the finest materials for the business. Dane's life became noteworthy around his 40th year when bandits attempted to take all they had. Dane worked himself into a fury as he defended his families livelihood. During the attack, Dane seemed to transform into something more than human, mostly due to his voice. Dane was screaming an unintelligible language that had all of the subtleties of a God. After the fight, his parents confronted him about the event; of which Dane had no recollection.

Fast forward several weeks and countless trips to the temple: Dane has been confirmed an Oracle of the Aasimar origin (which explains his "birth mark" stained hands. His power: healing. His weakness: his tongue during battle. Dane has been presented a marvelous gift of healing, but at the expense of communication when he needs it the most.

With many questions burning his mind, Dane sets out to hone his skills in the hope to find answers to the questions that plague him; most importantly that of his God like origin.

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