Name: Damon Downe Race: Dhampir Class: 1st level Ranger/2nd level Unchained Rogue/2nd level Shadowdancer Traits: Trait#1: Couragous +2 vs Fear & Trait#2: Deathtouched: +2 vs mind-affecting effects Drawback: Flaw: Light Sensitivity -1 in Bright sun or daylight spell on Attack, search & Spot rolls. Alignment: NG Deity: Chaldira Zuzaristan History:
She woke up in cold sweat, although she felt warm. Her window was open again and she looked under the sheet, she was naked again. She couldn't understand what was going on. Rachel was afraid to tell anyone, she heard the stories. Women being seduced during the night in their dreams. She got up, shut the window and looked into the mirror and found couple of small cuts on her neck. Now she was terrified, she heard of vampires but who would she know that could be one? Her parents gone, the only one she could trust, was her professor. The next day after class, she approached him. "Professor, I think I am in trouble." she says as she lightly bit her lip.
He turned to her from his books. "Nonsense, you will do well on the test, you have the potential to be the best scholar of the class." he smiled.
"Nnn no,nothing about class, it's..."
"Well my dear, spit it out." he smiled at her, putting her at ease, making her feel warm and fuzzy each time he smiles at her.
"It's this." she took off her scarf and showed him her neck.
He stood up and looked at the neck and his eyes on hers. "I see..." his hand roamed to her belly and slowly moving up. Any other time, she would refuse the advances, but she was memorized by him, so charming and so nice to her. She felt his hand softly cupping her breast and find herself kissing him passionately....
Rachel woke up middle of the night, a bit sweating but warm feeling but very tired as well. She noticed her window was open again, as well as being naked under the sheets. Scared and confused, she doesn't sleep in the nude and always has her window closed but been 5 weeks now. She gotten up to close it and walked by her mirror. She noticed her neck's cuts, they looked fresh. Strange, she put on her nightgown and seemed a bit tight. She went back to the mirror and stared open mouthed in shock. Her belly had swelled. How she thought? She hasn't been with anyone. She was really frightened now. She told her professor, scared and not wanting others to know because she had no answer. Once again, with a charming smile, he put her at ease, talked her into staying with him, he would tutor her at his mansion and his servants would wait on her while he was out during the day. Her belly swelled with the coming months and during her eighth month, Professor Warrick had an emergency and had to leave town for a few weeks.
A month later she gave birth to a healthy boy, but there was a problem, he was always crying as if bothered with something. But once it was dark, he was fine as can be. The child was examined, and they asked Rachel all kinds of questions and for the majority of them, she didn't have an answer. She wanted her baby and go home but they took the child for studies and kept Rachel in a guarded room. When the Professor came back, he appeared in her room and brought her home.
"What's going on, where's my baby? They say he has vampire blood, isn't that crazy?"
"Hmm, not really my lovely Rachel. It's rare, but it does happen on occasion." he smiles as he leads her into the house.
"What? but, but how can it be real?" she looked to him for guidance and answers. She felt concerned about him always but yet felt safe with him. Weird mixed feelings.
"Because my dear, I am the father and you and I will live forever as lovers. Do not worry about the child." He turned around to face her with a smile, his teeth pointed and sharp. She screamed as he bit into her and fell into a pleasant dream...
Growing up, he never knew his parents. He became an orphan, although he was adopted, he was soon given up, then another couple adopted him, then found what he was. was quickly given up, back to the street, when word spread what he was, no other family came to him, he was not wanted. If that wasn't bad enough, he had trouble making friends as well. For a child, that's rough as it can get. Unable to fully play outdoors on a bright and sunny day with the other children because of his eyes being sensitive to light, he had to either wear a hat, hood or just stay in the shade and watch the others play. His bruised face exposed in the sun alone kept others away, shunning him, while others bullied him. He was living on the street like a common urchin. As he gotten older, he found he had skills and abilities that other humans and on occasion, his ability frighten others. He did wind up with one friend, someone he could actually call a friend and could rely on. Ghuan was a half-drow and he had his own similar troubles with the community. The two of them became best friends and protected each other, becoming blood brothers. They both helped each other find each other true identities, though Ghuan's history was easier to reveal. Damon finally found what he was later on and that gave Damon another question about his mother, not knowing if she was dead or alive, now he wonders if she gave him up because of what he was? The two managed to get invited to the Beggars Guild and two of them tackled the prejudice together, understanding the fear others may have but since they don't have the full abilities of their tainted blood and pose no real threat, why did the people continue to treat them as outcast?
The two grew up to adulthood in the city of Absalom, one of the largest, if not the largest city of the land, and with the two of them becoming quite a force, with Ghuan's drow blood resisting charm and sleep spells and Damon's vampire half resisting mind effects from enemies, they were a force to be dealt with. Having trouble entering their minds, they had to face the duo up close. Their reputation spreading, The Thieves’ Guild of the Coins, one of the Guild of Thieves of the huge city came a calling, accepting both of them. The two of them gradually enhanced their abilities, learning more skills to better themselves, thriving. Both learned a lot at the guild, besides the art of thievery, they learned how to strike and when to strike, they also learned to fight, though not warriors, even thieves need to know how to defend themselves. As their skills grows, they had still had their troubles. Their skills and abilities, surpassing their peers has added jealously besides bullying and being shunned. Their teacher Larald though, thought differently. He saw the two young men as exceptional thieves that could only make the guild better and more powerful. He has been around for a long time, he knows the two mix breeds had no real power of their evil blood and enjoyed teaching the two.
One day, the Drows appeared, and they wanted to partner up with the guild. The guild master, known as Harlequin was concerned at first, but was persuaded as both sides would benefit. Harleguin, like other guild masters, wanted to be the best.
Damon and Ghuan still had a few enemies and both were always on the alert. It was those same enemies that made a deal with the drows. A very valuable item was the target. The two were given the task of leading the rescue, they were told that the item was held in a warehouse that were heavily guarded. They took four men with them and set off on the mission, once they arrived at witching hour, Damon took two with him to the back, while Ghuan took two and went to the front. Each only managed to reach the second room in when the four men suddenly disappeared. Quickly crouching, scanning the area with his darkvision, Damon saw movements, then he was attacked. It was hard fought, and he was losing when he heard rats and he quickly communicated with them and after quickly making a deal, the rats came and came in droves. They were much more than the dhampir had expected and the rats attacked the drows. Damon quickly escaped and searched for the item. He found the room that it was supposed to be in, the door was locked. He easily got in and it was empty, which didn’t make sense to him. He quickly went to look for Ghuan. It was a good thing he went stealth, because there were other drows and they didn't notice the thief as they went by, hearing their comrades shouting. He left his hiding spot and went to find Ghuan. The dhampir rogue had found his half drow comrade, his best friend. It was ugly a sight, Ghuan was sprawled on the ground, body slashed, and his throat cut, he wasn’t just killed, he was slaughterd.. Taking a couple of personal items from Ghuan, he then left the warehouse and went into hiding. He heard word from a fellow thief, that the drows had made a deal with Damon & Ghuan’s jealous rivals to set the two up. For the first time since he was a toddler, he wept, Ghuan was like a true brother and now he was gone. He wanted revenge, but his teacher Larald and Harlequin asked him not to pursue, the drows were out of their league, at least for now. The guild members that did this will pay with their lives.
After a few days, he finally realized that it wasn't worth going after his fellow rogues, they are taken care of. It was time to leave and with a heavy heart, Damon left the city. He thought about his father, if he ever met him, he had to die. But how would he know which vampire sired him? Yet, it didn't really matter, they all needed to die anyway, including the drows. He vowed revenge and one day, he will avenge Ghuan, but right now? Now he just had to get his mind right.
He came to a large town after a few weeks and decided to stay a bit. He joined the guild there, and with no one knowing what he was, he got along with others pretty well. There was one man, a human, he was amazing, he would be there one minute, then gone the next. He worked with him one time and the man seem to travel to the shadows and just blew Damon away. Everyone had called the man Shadow because of what he can do. Damon tried to get the man’s secret, but he wouldn’t tell. It was a week later, coming out of the inn, Shadow was ambushed, and Damon happened to be nearby and went to help. There were three of them and after one of them fell, the other two decided to take off, now that the odds were even. In return for Damon’s help, Damon wouldn’t accept anything but the secret. So, Shadow showed him the art of being a shadowdancer.
A few years later, during the late evening, he heard a scream, he moved quickly toward the scream and saw a woman trapped in an ally with three men. He recognized the woman from the brothel, and he jumped in. The three men turned, big burley built, and Damon knew he couldn’t take them on by himself, so he hissed at them, showing his incisors. The men then turned pale and quickly ran away as fast as they can go, yelling “Vampire!!” His incisors disappeared just as fast as he turned to the woman to see if she was ok, but the woman looked scared out of her wits and fainted. He realized she saw his teeth and he sighed.
He left town the next morning and went on a ship to the mainland of Andoran traveled around for a while. He stayed in a town called Almas over the next three years, then some town folks were asking questions about him, wondering how he stay so young looking. It was then Damon knew it was time to move on again and he headed west, traveled through Arthfell Forest and while he was going through the forest, he got to experience the countryside, some bad, some good. One day while going through the woods, he heard a battle going on and decided to check it out. As he got closer, he heard some growling and clash of blades. What he saw a lone man against five orcs, three other orcs were laying on the ground dead. So, he got his bow, took out two orcs, leaving three. The man dropped one, two left. The two orcs looked at the man, then at the stranger. They turned and ran, but Damon shot them both down. The man, named Red, on account of his red hair, was a ranger getting up in age, but the man still had a lot of fight in him. “Thanks, much appreciated it! I thought I was in trouble for a moment, at my age, you lose a step of two.” He waves at the newcomer.
“Name’s Damon, glad I came by when I did.” Just then some wolves were showing up, sniffing, staring at the two men.
“Remain calm, don’t spook them, we might not be what they want.” Red said in warning.
“I think you might be right, I’ll talk to them.” Jett approached the wolves slowly, his eyes on what seems the leader. He then huffed and made some noises like the wolf. The leader then responded and the two began conversing with each other.
Red looks at both the man and wolf in astonishment. When Damon turned began walking towards the ranger, Red shook his head. “You a druid or ranger? That was pretty good.” He smiled appreciatively.
Damon grinned. “Neither, I had some…experiences with wolves and learned to communicate with them. They want to feed on the orcs, so let’s see what the orcs have on them and leave.”
The two men got to know each other, and the old ranger took the dhampir under his wing, showing him what he knew, showing patience. It was sort of funny from Damon’s perspective. He enjoyed the old man, Red was like father he never had, but yet, he was probably older than the ranger. The rogue was used to the city, it was what he knew, but under the guidance of Red, Damon got to know the woods pretty good. He picked up on the clues fairly quickly, he envisioned the trail through the thick woods like an alley in the city. Although very different, it was yet similar when it came to tracking, keeping alert for any surprised opponent. He expected to stay with Red for a month or two but wound up staying longer. It was three years later when Damon was set to leave. Red wanted to know why, he looked disappointed and sadden to lose his young friend. With nothing to lose, Damon told the old ranger what he was and about his life. After a few silent moments, Damon rose to his feet and Red looked up at him, Damon couldn’t read his face, but felt he probably should leave, but Red put his hand up to wait.
“I’ve been around for a long time, I heard of your kind only once. One thing I learned over the years, is that it isn’t what the person is, but who the person is. You’re a good man Damon, I like you to stay if you would.”
Damon was caught off guard by that, there were very few folks that would accept him, so he gladly stayed. Time went by and they were like father a son. In fact, went coming across other people, Red himself would claim Damon as his son. The dhampir was happy in those days, he couldn’t remember being happy in life. However, like everything else in the world, nothing lasts forever, for one morning, he came to wake up Red, but the old ranger was no longer going to wake, and it hit Damon hard. He was proud when Red had called him son.
After a proper burial, He left the grove and took to the road once again. He joined a group or two for some adventures, then they part ways and Damon went solo again. He continued west and entered Whisperwood, remembering Red, he stayed for awhile, it took a few times for certain animals to approach him because of his scent. While half human, he was half undead and that tends to spook some animals, especially horses. A few weeks later, he came upon a very lovely woman. A couple of days ago, she buried a druid that had nursed her back to health. They got along well until while napping, the woman named Lita picked up his hand gently, watching him, and while holding the hand, the sun was shining on it and his skin starting to change. He woke to her gasp and thought she was going to scream, but instead, she revealed her true self. A succubus. She had turned her back upon her kind after spending time with the druid. The two became even closer, lovers. Their romance bloomed over the years. They had met up with other adventurers on occasion and it was this one mission with a group, they came upon two succubus who they thought were innocent victims. While fighting, Lita tried to talk to them, but they didn’t want to listen, they had their own mission. Lita then revealed herself and she fought one of them while the others took on the second one. Heavily wounded, the second one saw the first fall and she screamed out to Lita that she will pay and then she disappeared.
After the fiasco, the group parted ways, Damon & Lita one way and the rest went another. Lita was afraid then, always looking around. It kept him on edge, figuring she was expecting her sister demon to pop up somewhere in ambush. A couple of years went by and with no sign of demons, they then forgot about it, putting it in the past when they encountered them again, this time, three of them. They managed to take down two of them, the third quickly fled, threatening them that their days were numbered. When they reached a town, a few days later, the two got a room for the night. In the morning, Damon found her gone and she left a note. Nocticula was after her and she had to find a place to hide and didn’t want him to get caught with her. He just sat there stunned. That other demoness that escaped obviously told her kind about Lita. It seemed every time he came across someone that he cared about, and they cared about him in return, something would happen. While he was upset that Lita left him like that, he did understand why, if more powerful demons were come after them and find them, well, Damon knew he had little chance of surviving.
Cheliax wasn’t exactly a friendly country, more fiends there and people working with them which Damon thought were crazy people. So, he went north, entering the country of Nidal. The people there were either frighten or followers of Zon-Kuthon. Luckily, when he had encountered them, he flashed his fangs and hissed. Thinking him a vampire, they pretty much left him alone. He entered the city of Korvosa, in the country of Varisia. Huge city, his stay there was brief, the city had once belonged to Cheliax and many people in the city acted like it still did. So he headed north a bit found there was desert and more mountains up ahead and to the east, so, rather than deal with that, he went west again, where there were signs of a forest.
Sanos Forest it was, and he found a trail that led to a human town. He found most of the forest were inhabited by gnomes. The town was nice, he stayed exactly three years, not taking a chance and he was on the road again. He got to meet the gnomes, nice people. He stayed with them for a bit, they would ask why he covered himself when the sun was out and he would tell them he had a rare condition, his skin would break out when exposed to the sun. He had gone to a powerful Priest and a powerful Wizard, but they couldn’t help him. They told him a city called Magnimar, biggest city he’ll ever see. He smiled, he came from Absalom, he doubts any city would be bigger.
Well, needless to say, he was surprised, the city could rival Absalom. Over the years, he had traveled across four or five countries and seen a lot and done a lot. Met some different races as well, even demons. He sure missed Lita, hoping she is fine. He thought back on his life, Ghuan, Red, and Lita. Three people that were the closest to him. One murdered, one died quickly of old age, and anther fleeing and hiding for her life. He only met one of his kind, and that’s when he was young, the other dhampir was nearing the end of his life when they met. He told Damon all he need to know about his kind and what to avoid. He had nowhere to call home except the forest, but after awhile, it can get lonely and animals don’t’ talk, although he can talk to wolves, and they do have nice conversations, but they rather stay with their pack. He can’t stay with most races for more than four years, otherwise they would wonder about this human who wasn’t aging.
He entered the magnificent city of Magnimar, amazed by it. He stayed in an inn for awhile, but he couldn’t afford to stay there for long without income. He explored the city and checked out different sections. After studying the various thieves guilds the city has, he settled for Night Scales, the oldest Thieves Guild in the city, was told they were almost as old as the city itself. The Guild wasn’t a violent one, they stuck mostly with extortion, smuggling, and theft which was fine, he didn’t want to threaten or kill anyone unless he had to. Being new, they had him do mostly burglary and other thefts. As time went on, he learned about the section called the Rag’s End, a poverty-stricken district. While Damon didn’t involve himself much, he did feel for the section. They were just trying to survive, children to feed, and pay their bills. The slumlord who owns about half the area uses a group called The Gallowed to keep the people in line. He would take the time to cause problems for the gang. A couple of times, he had to pose as a vampire to keep the gang away. It helped some. Needed a place to live, he wanted a place where he wouldn’t be bothered. He stayed at the Guild for a bit, but like most Thieves Guilds, members work together as a team, but you couldn’t trust on another. He found a slum of a section called Underbridge. A dirty section of homes, if you can call them that, flop houses, brothels, and shady businesses. He found the best place he could and occasionally would help others in need without others knowing it. The place had many rats, which came in handy actually, since he could communicate with them, they would be his spies in exchange for large amounts of cheese. The City watch would patrol but kept their distance. He found the government never bothered to clean up the area because the vice filled district kept attracting businesses. So, he would tell the City Watch what was going on time to time, but not out in the open, There were people like a Tavern owner, though shady, would help his guild, the Night Scales and tell them of any info that they needed. What a life, but it would temporary, although he doubted most in the slum would notice Damon wasn’t aging.
The City Watch had informed their superiors of Damon being their mole. The City Guard kept watch on him when they were able, Damon was a slippery one. They saw things improved and even business when he was around. So, they made arrangements to meet with Damon. He accepted and Kasadei, from the City Guard told Damon about the killing and pleaded for his help. At first, he was hesitated, he really didn’t want to be out in the open, he rather work from the shadows. He’d be a hero she said, but if she knew what he was he thought to himself. Then he thought about it some more, worshippers of the goddess Sarenrae being killed. The goddess of healing. Something was definitely wrong. He saw the pleading in Kasadei’s eyes.
“Fine, I shall help, but you will owe me one.”
“Anything you want Damon.”
“Well, we’ll see once this is over with and if we succeed in finding the killers. I believe there is more than just one.”
Personality: He carries himself well with confidence, gets along well with others, although he has trouble trusting them. Seems many are friendly for a price or have a hidden agenda. He does not get overly excited, staying calm through most situations. He tries to be a even-tempered man, if anyone cross him, he will be marked. At the same time though, once you have him for a friend, you got a friend for life. One thing he hides is his race, more often than not, bad things happens when others find out what race he is.
Appearance: He stands around 6 feet tall, slender with an athletic build. Dark eyes and long dark brown hair with matching goatee. He wears dark clothing and dark boots, with armor that seems like a chain shirt only it’s more finely crafted. He has a hood that he wears during bright and sunny days. He is armed with a bow at his back, a sword at his left hip, and a dagger sheathed at each thigh and rib.
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Leaning against the wall, watching the others rush by him, he grins. "Go ahead, go get that treasure that's laying there. Be more for me after you die."
Last edited by Seekr34; Feb 7th, 2021 at 09:22 PM.
Will you allow custom races built from the ARG rules if it comes to less than 15 RP?
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1. I expect that we can at least post 2 to 3 times a week, possibly more during combat phase.
2. No custom race. Only official, Paizo-made are acceptable.
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History: Shiyara has had an enviable life for a half elf. Born to a half elven mother and a human father in the well-off Silver Shore district of Magnimar, she had a peaceful upbringing and a well-rounded education. In addition to tutors she was sent to from time to time, her mother taught her dance and the arcane arts as one subject: Magic is form, and form is magic. A shrine to Yuelral stood prominently in her family's home, serving as a call to self-perfection and preservation of elven knowledge. Her father, a modestly successful merchant with flirtations into politics, was often absent in her younger years. Only once she was old enough to travel with him, did they truly bond over exotic foods, sweet talking guards, and fencing. Feeling frustrated and cooped up after her classical arcane education at the Stone of Seers, she has taken to minor mercenary and adventure work as a way to get more practical application of her skills while working at the Stone on a erratic basis.
Personality: Shiyara has the friendly, easy manner of someone who has no trouble making friends or trouble. She cares deeply about her training and the wellbeing of those around her, but sometimes fails to notice that others do not share her good intentions. She avoids too many attachments (besides her family), always wanting to be ready for the next big thing that comes her way. Though she enjoys planning as a mental exercise, she often chooses direct actions to accomplish a task, trusting her quick wit (and quick blade) to get her out of unpleasant situations.
Appearance: Shiyara on the whole favors her human heritage, lacking the sharp, angular features of her mother's side (though she did get her height - not far from six feet tall). Her father's Varisian ancestors gave Shiyara her dark hair, which she usually keeps tied and out of the way. Trinkets of uncut semiprecious stone mark her devotion to Yuelral. She keeps the poise of a dancer or noble, even when walking across a room or through a muddy street.
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Reason: Added application!
my app is done. Sorry for the history, I kinda got carried away.
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Leaning against the wall, watching the others rush by him, he grins. "Go ahead, go get that treasure that's laying there. Be more for me after you die."
Name: Ulric Greylynx
Race: Human
Class: Paladin Level 5
Stat Generation: 16 10 13 11 7 16 (+2str human not added yet)
Traits: Magical Knack and Fates Favored
Drawback: Protective or Attached/Family ties. Was thinking he is attached or has family in the temple/church of Sarenrae
Alignment: LG or Good if you would allow that.
Deity: Sarenrae
History: WIP
Personality: WIP
Appearance: WIP
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Name: Alarin Race: Half-Elf Class: Cleric3 Sorcerer2 Traits: Magical Knack Alignment: CG Deity: Ilúvatiar His sword and bow are said to never miss a target and slay those of evil intent instantly.
Appearance:At 5' 6' he a little shorter that an elf, but taller then a human. A firm build with a more human looking face helps him get along better. He wears a Traveler's Outfit: This set of clothes consists of boots, a wool skirt or breeches, a sturdy belt, a shirt with a vest and an ample cloak with a hood. Most of the time the hood is pulled back a little so he can see to the side better.
Personality: Because of his up bringing, he asks few questions, he rather just likes to dig in and get the work done. Still a good tankard of mead and soft music will get him to sit for hours. A few coin is always in his purse, when it gets low he finds someone to heal, for a small fee. He is bouyed up by the joy of a love ones smile or tears after the healing.
History: The son of a eleven father and a human mother Alarin had a difficult childhood. His father loved music and his mother was a housekeeper. He spent most days with his father and evenings with his mother. At times he had to go to an uncles house, who introduced him to being a cleric. Helping other made him a lot of friends, he loved it.
As he matured and became a man he found he could also cast spells. It took years of practice, but his skills increased and so did the circle of friends. Desiring to do and learn more he moved to Magnimar. What a change from the small town he was from. Their seemed to be so many more people that needed the kind of help he could give. Not in one part of Magnimar, but all over it. He did well, and did not have to work hard. Many of his best customers were from ---- lets say places you don't want to know. Especially if you were in law enforcement. And he knew many of them to.
Siting in a pub with a tankard of mead, listening to the music, he received a request from Kasadei.
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