[Characters] Links and Sheets

[DukeofDellot]

Once you have a Character Sheet filled out, you may link to it here. Just for a reference, here's the final Character Build rules:

Characters will begin at Eighth Level.
Attributes will be selected buy Purchase Method with 25 points.
You will begin with only 10,000 GP worth of items, if you copy spells from purchased Scrolls to your Spellbook or Familiar, please take the time to note which ones you have done so with.
Hit Dice will be Max for first level and Half Maximum each remaining.
I had made a confusing statement about "Kits" earlier... Ignore it, there will be no further restrictions.

[Aosaw]

Kaia Night

[MCP]

Name: Hroth Half-Dead
Race: Half-Orc
Gender: Male
Alignment: Corrupt
Class: Sorceror 8 (Undead Bloodline)

Description:
Hroth is a Half-Orc. One that you might expect to find holed up in a room by himself after a great drought or plague. Hard-eyed, gaunt of frame and pallid of complexion, hunched slightly and with arms an inch or two longer than they really should be, his framework can be seen through the outline his grayish skin makes around his skeleton. His stomach is sunken but not unnaturally so, his skin speckled here and there with darker flecks of green to indicate his corrupt parentage. His head is sloped and prematurely balding, his brow thick and his jaw narrow though pointed with a single tusked tooth jutting from his lower teeth.

His frame is wiry and deceptively ill-seeming, he given a supernatural level of strength by the energies that mingle in his aura. His body is crisscrossed with minor and major scars of all kinds, the product of a hard life looking out primarily for himself in a world that not only fears his father's species but what he can conjure with but a thought. Tattoos adorn his upper back, the back of his neck and range down his arms in haphazard but well-crafted depictions of legendary images and creatures that share a kinship with the undead or lycanthropes. Depictions of vampires, hounds, moons, skeletons, skulls and whirling black clouds that seem to dance together from the bottom of his ribcage where it meets the spine right down to his knuckles, upon which are adorned on every finger the letters “usvsthem” in heavy, slapdash font. A pair of skeletal hands reach for his own skull at the upper terminus of the design as if perpetually striving for him but never able to quite grasp.

His hair is wiry, scraggly and oily at once. It hangs from his head only a few inches and does not quite reach his shoulders. His eyes are grey and slightly clouded, giving one the impression that he is blind though he is quite able to see. His clothing consists of dingy gray and brown, some black thrown in when he comes across it and likes it. He typically goes without a shirt or cloak, foregoing it though he oftentimes likes to wear bracers or full sleeves from some garment he finds interesting along with shoulderguards and a half-mask to cover up his tusked countenance in human settlements.

Background:

 

Hroth has no last name. He does not even have a true first name. He was the product of capture and rape between his Orcish father and Human mother. The last of her children (due to her subsequent death during childbirth), he was considered stillborn because he was not breathing or moving when pulled from his mother. He suddenly took a ragged breath some few minutes later, prompting the Orc elders who heard of this news to spread bones and pray to their totems for what this portent would hold. A half-orc born under these circumstances is a serious omen to consider, but his rash father simply carried him into the wilderness to set down and allow to die. The years blurred together for the baby, but his very first and very earliest memories were of living out in the back stables of a house for abandoned youths. Sleeping in hay, being taunted by the little human boys and girls for his strange appearance, he knew little but that life for many years. During this time, the head of the house began calling him Hroth in order to properly address him. His first day after being told he had turned thirteen, he ran from the place he'd never truly called home to try and make his own life.

That was not as easy as it seemed, however, he finding only a place in the sewers awaiting him to rest his head. A street urchin for several long months through the winter, he discovered his sorcerous abilities during a row with a rival Human pickpocket who bloodied him and tried to use a broken bottle to slash his face. Instinctively Hroth brought up a darkness inside of him that assaulted the mind of his would-be attacker and sent him scrambling over his own feet in terror away from him. Looking aghast at his own hands, Hroth wondered to himself if he was one of those... Sorcerors or Wizards that he learned from his limited studies were so filled with dark power granted by the larcenous dealings they made with the underworld.

Years passed, and the scrawny boy grew into a pallid man. That grey never truly left his skin, his eyes never cleared, but his mind grew to a razor point around the weapon that was the energy he could conjur from nothing from the undeath-infused conduit that was his body. He grew his own passion for his work, his own flair for what he did, and became an adventurer primarily to prove himself to others that the dark power they feared him for could truly bring disaster. That it was not pointed at them was a matter of how much coin they would give to keep his attention elsewhere.

Character sheet here.

[shaderhedemon]

Name:Nos Ap'Balon // Gobaith
Race: Half-elf
Class: Summoner
Alignment: tainted
Kit: Ancestral Arms(elven curve blade) and half-elven summoner kit if I'm allowed to use them both. b

 

Out of the forest a slim figure about 5 feet ten inches, it wears airy, dark brown robes. On-top of these robes it wears a thin leather, hooded cloak, with the hood slightly too large. It has a thin cotton scarf covering most of it's face, making it so you could only see it's bright blue eyes and a few strands of dark red hair. Also coming out of the hood is a rather large, ebony black, armored serpentine head which scanned it's surroundings. On the serpent's forehead glows a reddish rune. On the humanoid's back hung an elven curve blade. The person seems to walk by you without even noticing your presence, and moves pass you; the serpent however watches you till the humanoid passes you.

The rune

 

Nos grew up in a small elven community deep in the woods. For generations his family had lived with it's elven cousins, secluded from the world. He spent most of his childhood training in the woods. Arcane magic, which was seen as good to the elves, was taught to all who could. Nos himself admired the elven rangers but found that the creatures of the natural world did not like to get too close to him. He did however show a great adept as conjuring in his training in basic magic. Taking this niche Nos specialized in it, to the point of neglecting much of his wizard's training that did not involve it.

He spent most of his teen and younger adult years learning all he could about bringing creatures from the unnatural world. These creatures seemed to enjoy his compony, though he often kept them far to long and fainted from the effort of keeping them in our plane. During this time Nos continued minor side training with the rangers learning to hide in the forest and learning his preferred weapon the elven curve blade, for even though the weapon was large he could use his natural dexterity it's use rather then his strength. It was during practice with the blade when noticed the bond between an ranger and it's animal companion, Nos thought to himself what if he could form such a bond with a creature not of this world, a creature that would be the same one every time.

Nos then set about trying to do that, and after many failed attempts managed to summon his eidolon. And with this summoning he began to form the bond he wished for, Soon though he learned this serpent, this being could do things that the animal companions could not. He learned how to see and feel as it did, making it useful in scout for it had far better senses then himself. He asked to ranger to train him in ways to fight with his eidolon like they did their animals. After much trying it was concluded that he could not fight like they did, but one ranger did come up with a plan. This plan was to have the two fight as one, the serpent could wrap around his body like more of their animal companions could not, the serpent could fight from on Nos' body.

From that day they tried to help Nos train this new art and slowly Nos and his eidolon named Gobaith, or hope, became proficient in it. Though He was not as good as the rangers alone in combat, with Gobaith he was far better then almost all the rangers alone. Gobaith also proved to be a keen hunter, and with Nos' and the rangers guidance they became some of the best scouts in the community.

This is why when the dark times where discovered and the elven leaders decided to reveal themselves to the king of Denthraw, and offer their aid, Nos was selected to scout for a small force that would head to the border to help steam the tide and hold back the daemonic forces long enough for world to regroup. With the weight of the world, his people, and his family on his shoulders he lead his captain and their small force to the border.

 

Nos comes to the edge of the forest near a border town. His companions head next to his own, it's serpentine body wrapped around his own. A small band of 15 elven warriors behind him. Nos looks towards the village.

Nos whisper "What do you see Gobaith?"

The serpent scans the village with it's enhanced eyes and it's surroundings. then hisses back, "The villagerss are packing to leave, but a small band of demonss and orcss, though the village seems to have few warriorsss."

Nos nodes and moves back to the elven captain. "The enemy seems to be closing in on the village, sir."

The elven captain seems to think this over then says, "They we must intervene. We will try to cut them off."

The captain motions to his troops and they move quickly through the forest on an intercept course for the enemy. About 30 seconds later an alarm goes up in the village. As the elves leave the forest Nos casts invisibility on the group and moves forward with them. Just before the enemy gets within range of the village's archers the elves attack, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

Nos brings his elven curved blade down on the closest orc to him, slicing him across the chest, taking another slash at another orc, cutting it almost in half. As the two orcs fall Gobaith makes lightning quick attacks at two other orcs felling them both single bites to their necks.

The battle is over before it really has begun and Nos wipes off his blade before sheathing it. The captain looks to the village and shout "We are here to help!! We are the elves of the ember wood."

[Sakure]

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[Elucidus]

Dylon is up, though I still have to figure out his feats. Let me know if there are any questions or any errors.