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[Goldmyr]

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[DraconigenaArma]

Tristan Valdemar
Male human slayer

 

Tristan’s physical build reflects his active lifestyle, tall and with an athletic trim to his silhouette. He has broad shoulders and his arms are muscular. His skin tans a deep bronze in the sun, and rarely burns. His eyes are dark nut brown, and his hair is almost the same shade of brown and wavy. He keeps it cut fairly short, as well as the beard on his face which somewhat softens the hard chisel jawline. He wears two small silver hoops in his left ear. He tends towards comfortable clothes, looser fitting shirts, and waist-tied trousers as opposed to hose or chausses. He tends towards tall boots, gloves, and jacket style over-garments.

 

There are usually people better than him in the world at various activities, but he doesn’t let it show. He moves through life with the confidence of a generally capable individual, and he is always up to a challenge. Despite his tough exterior, especially the surliness which has set in over the last few years, he still retains a strong sense of justice. The guard wasn’t always about cracking skulls, and much of his compassion for people remains, including a tendency and willingness to lend a helping hand to those in need. However, when it does come to blows, Tristan is not one to leave the outcome to chance and fights with ruthless intensity – all done so with a menacing calm as he has a cool countenance and a clear head, rarely letting his emotions get the better of him.

 

A native to Sandpoint, Tristan’s father Mark and his side of the family has lived in Sandpoint for generations, a far removed and distant branch of Valdemars with no remaining direct relation to the noble house. His mother came in on a Varisian caravan and stayed because she fell in love. They lived in the south of town near the docks, as Mark was a fisherman by trade. Tristan has a sister and two brothers, both his brothers are older than him and both have left Sandpoint. His “baby” sister, though she’s an adult, is married to a man who works tile and lives on the north side of town near the wall. They have one daughter, only a few years old.

Tristan spent his childhood balancing his time between school and working with his father. Tristan loved being outdoors, out on the water, but also out in the forests outside of town as well. An athletic and energetic boy he was physically motivated, and also tended to get into fights. Not a violent or cruel person, he was simply an energetic and aggressive young man who was always willing to solve a problem with his fists when words were not working. As such, he has multiple dealings with the town guard and was on a path towards being a thorn in the city’s side until Sheriff Avertin. Casp had seen boys like Tristan before in Magnimar, and through a careful balance of tough love and encouragement, Tristan found an outlet for his natural tendencies.

Though he still loved the woods, and the sea, Tristan threw his lot in with the town guard. As comfortable on the docks as ship’s decks, alleys and ash groves, Tristan’s work on the guard allowed him the opportunity to operate in all of his favorite environments, and since sometimes force was necessary it gave him an outlet for his feistiness as well. Over the years Tristan found himself elevated from the guard in general to one of the few personal deputies of Sheriff Avertin. He was one of Casp’s deputies when the Chopper cut his murderous path through town. He was a deputy when Jervis Stoot killed his mother. He stopped being a deputy after they found Casp dead.

For the last five years Tristan has been struggling to find his place in town. With his father turning to debilitating alcoholism Tristan has moved back in with him to try to keep care of him. The town was understandably sympathetic to the whole family, but as time moves on he and his father are regarded with less sympathy and more pity. The soon-to-be opening of the new church is one of inner conflict, as it is a visual closing of a chapter which he’s not necessarily completely healed from. He still wants revenge, though there is no enemy to exact it on, and it has left him aimless and upset. Of late he’s been working mostly odd jobs, hired sellsword work, taking contracts on fishing vessels, or selling what he can hunt. Every now and again Sheriff Hemlock will call on Tristan for special work, or when they need an extra sword arm, but Tristan is no longer as reliable as he once was, always loyal but not nearly as nuanced, and much more ruthless than he used to be.

 

Tristan is searching for his calling, having once thought he knew what his place in town and his purpose in life was. He has not lost a desire to be involved in keeping Sandpoint safe, somehow, but does not trust in himself or the guard enough to see continued service in that capacity as having any chance at protecting the town again if there is another Chopper – considering how they failed last time. This has caused him to look inward and focus on himself more technically, improving his abilities as he tries to find a place in which he can use them to provide the most value to his community.

 

Doing the best he can to be a good uncle to his new little niece has made Tristran think more about family, and whether or not he should consider starting one. He was courting a woman before his mother was murdered, but since then he has had too much inner turmoil to focus on another person in that way, and she’s already moved on and gotten married anyway. He needs to decide if staying in Sandpoint is what he is supposed to do in life, or if traveling farther and away as his brothers have is what is best for him. But he cannot abandon Mark in his current condition. He cannot help but feel like his own life is on hold for as long as his father needs so much attention and so he has to choose whether or not he needs to let his father deal with his depression on his own while Tristan travels, or if he needs to double down on getting his father healthy before he makes such a decision. Maybe he’s just waiting for the decision to be made for him.

 

A mix of vendetta (when/if the connection between the Unpleasantnesses and the Runelords is found), aimlessness, a desire to protect Sandpoint, and a need to understand himself better. He’s in town because he lives there and attending the festival is what you do.

[Ermine]

Utana Vorin Name: Utana Vorin Race: Well...partially. Also fey (Heart of the Fey racial trait), kitsune (her feat is Racial Heritage (Kitsune))...Human*, Alkenstarian, 16 years Class: GeokinesisKineticist VMC Cleric (Shyka, Madness domain at 3rd) Deity: Shyka Alignment: Neutral Traits: Auspicious Tattoo, Rich Parents Personality: There are many layers to Utana, though most of those layers are pent up rage. She can be sweet and kind most of the time, then suddenly have a weapon drawn. And there's regret for all the time she's pulled a weapon needlessly, meaning she no longer carries a weapon. She wants to change, to be more calm and patient, and thinks that the Eldest of Time, Shyka's, path is the way to do so. Description: Utana is made of lean muscles with no bulk, and has never been sick a day in her life. Her skin is fair, her hair is a pinkish red, and her eyes are copper. Her courtesan's clothing is simple, but layered, and depicts the symbol of her god: Shyka. Notably, she has a singular fox tail that seems almost out of place, but it's not her fault she has such a diverse ancestry. She wears a hardened leather corset, a heavy jacket, and studded leather leggings over, over, and under her clothing, respectively, all crafted together with exquisite quality and made explicitly for her form. All is embroidered or otherwise detailed with an ornate "time" motif, including a broken hourglass symbol on the back of her jacket. Background Utana is from the city of guns and machines, and is trained in their craft as a result. She is of so many ancestries that she doesn't even know all of them. She knows a dragon was involved, and a kitsune, maybe a being of the First World or two, and obviously many, many humans of many, many different cultures. But she's mostly latched on to her fey ancestry and Alkenstarian heritage. It's no surprise then that while she is best suited for melee combat, she still yearns for a pistol. After all, she can't rely on her magic in the magic dead zone of her homeland. She didn't even know she was magical until she left! The Vorin family a minor noble family. Not wealthy, per se, but wealthy enough. Most of what Utana carries was paid for with her family's money, with little in the way of adventuring done by her. Their wealth all comes from the sale of firearms they craft with the abundant mineral resources of her homeland. She spent much time training in the craft, only to discover she was far too wrathful and impatient to make firearms to the quality her family expects. Her sisters are all "perfect" in her parents' eyes because of their skill and patience, she thinks. She left home to explore, Her reason for adventuring is a long term goal, as well.maybe find a way to temper her, well, temper. Or embrace it. One or the other, Utana suspects will make her happy. This is why she sought to travel, ending up in Sandpoint after a deal involving arming pirates with her family's firearms. Character Sheet

[triedtherest]

"Honest" Hasim THE BALLAD OF HONEST HASIM   Luck? Luck appears and disappears on the flip of a coin tossed by Abadars hand, or at least that's how Hasim has come to see it. On the day he was born, Hasim Sr and his mother (who were well regarded in the highly religious, Abadar-centric community) claimed that he had been marked for greatness by Abadar himself. The Clergy remained neutral on these claims, but many people took their silence as confirmation and gave the family gifts to curry favour with their God. The young Hasim did have a remarkably glib tongue as well as an eye for deals. His parents had him sign on as a cabin boy with a trading ship as soon as he was old enough, their outward reasoning being was that they wanted him to learn the Merchants trade from as many places as possible, but really it was so that all the attention/offerings would go to them!   All went well for the first couple of seasons, but then the ship was taken by pirates. Those crew who lived (including Hasim, who cowered in the hold until everything was over) were sold into slavery. Due to his small and scrawny frame at the time, Hasim was bought up by a crew a sewerjacks for a pittance. The squalid conditions he was forced to work and live in over the next few years would affect his physical and mental well being for the rest of his life.   There were some benefits of these awful days. His upbringing had given him an eye for what other people might give worth to, which occasionally included the bits of crap floating around in sewers, which enabled him to make a decent side-trade as a Someone who scavenges in the sewers, a sewer-hunter.Tosher. His dedication to the pursuit of Trade, even in such dire circumstances, was the impetus that caused Hasim to formally declare his service to Abadar. Over time he was able to scrounge up enough funds to barter for his freedom, and to pay for his passage home.   Hasim's homecoming was not all he hoped it would be. His parents had lied for the past few years, telling people that he was in regular contact with them, and that he had become so successful that he was practically a He wishes!Merchant Prince. In return for him leaving, and so not risk their lies being found out!never to return, they offered him a Stipend to live however he wished, on the agreement that he do so far away! So without a home, but with money to invest and a Silver Tongue, he was well set up to start his career as a travelling Merchant, looking for places that have been hit by troubles, as there is always a way for a cunning trader to make himself useful in these hotspots. Sandpoint had been one such place, and he had done his part to re-establish free trade in the town and the local area. Things looked as though they had returned to normal now. In fact there was a local festival planned soon. Hasim planned on using this event as either a last opportunity to make a profit before moving on, or to invest more fully in the local economy. Little did he know about the secret third option that Fate held in store..... Name: "Honest" Hasim Alignment: Lawful Neutral. Race: Human, Katapeshi Class: Cleric (Leadership & Defence Subdomains) Deity: Abadar Appearance: His height has dramatically increased since his days as a sewer jack (perhaps due to his later access to fresh air, decent food and actual sunlight), but he remains as rakishly thin as he was in his youth. Hasim is invariably either grinning or preening, and usually both at the same time. Impeccably (though not flashily) dressed in Katapeshi Merchant's Garb. Personality: Greedy, Mercantile, not evil or cruel but a true Businessman, will exaggerate an item or services worth to the point of ridiculousness, but he will honour every contract, just make sure you read the small print! He is easy to overlook unless he wants to be noticed, then his strangely hypnotic voice can convince a person of almost anything! Motivation: Hasim is a simple man with a simple dream, and that dream is to own enough Gold Coins to drown a city! Obtaining wealth and putting himself in a position where he can obtain more wealth, is his primary concern. Of course, being alive to horde it, and having living people around to trade with, will certainly filter their way into his thinking as well! Traits: You gain a +2 trait bonus on Diplomacy checks to influence hostile or unfriendly creatures, and if you fail at such an attempt, you may retry it once.Patient Optimist, You increase the gp limit of any settlement by 20% and can resell items at an additional 10% over the amount of gp you normally would get from selling off treasure.Merchant Family Character Sheet

[FatherDondo]

Application -Name: Skones -Alignment: Neutral Good -Class: Starting Wealth: 5d6 x 10 gp = 300 gp Starting HP: 12Gulch Gunner (racial gunslinger archetype) -Race: They gain +2 Dexterity, +2 Intelligence, and –2 Strength. Ratfolk are Small and thus gain a +1 size bonus to their AC, a +1 size bonus on attack rolls, a –1 penalty on combat maneuver checks and to their CMD, and a +4 size bonus on Stealth checks.Ratfolk -20 pt buy: STR: 7, DEX: 18, CON: 14, INT: 11, WIS: 14, CHA: 7 -Racial Traits: Ratfolk gain a +2 racial bonus on Craft (alchemy), Perception, and Use Magic Device checks.Tinker, Ratfolk gain a +4 racial bonus on Handle Animal checks made to influence rodents.Rodent Empathy, Ratfolk can see perfectly in the dark up to 60 feet.Senses -Traits: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Reflex saves.Deft Dodger, If your hit point total drops to 0 or lower but you are not dead, you may act as if disabled rather than dying (as if you possessed the Diehard feat). However, you can use your actions only to draw a firearm, reload a firearm, or attack with a firearm. If you have the Diehard feat, this trait also allows you to substitute your Wisdom score for your Constitution score for the purpose of determining the negative hit point total at which you die.Never Stop Shooting, Once per day, when you perform a deed that requires an attack roll and you miss with that roll, you can reroll it. You must take the second result even if it is worse.Black Powder Bravado -Drawback: You take a –2 penalty on Diplomacy checks and Sense Motive checks made against all creatures whose religion or alignment differs from your own.Provincial -Description: He is a gray-furred, beefy rat man, about four feet tall. He is garbed in scraps of cloth, leather, and armor cast aside by people of larger races, cut or otherwise modified for his size. He wears a tin badge of his community (the speckled triangle of the P'za-bek Rat Warren) and is seldom far from his pistol. His father had fashioned it for him from a length of lead pipe. -Personality: Skones is wishy-washy on the idea of adherence to the law, especially if it's one that he thinks is foolish, impractical, or nonproductive, but he feels quite strongly about the well-being of his community and civic responsibility. He has gone into danger for the sake of the warren and has gone hungry so young ones could eat. His values are ingrained in him enough that selfishness doesn't really register with him, giving him a bit of a blind spot. He did have some vices, his favorite of which is human pastry. -Background: Skones had served his warren faithfully as a guard ever since he was recognized as an adult at 12. Over the past 5 years, the warren has grown and thrived to the point of capacity. For the good of the community, Skones volunteered to accompany some of the young adults in scouting out a new warren and found Sandpoint. It was close enough to P'za-bek that they can trade and communicate, but not so close as to compete for resources, and Sandpoint has a healthy, well-built sewer system, so setting up would be quite easy. They spent a few days to put up some temporary shelters. On the day of the festival, Skones went topside to see what he could see. Any abandoned houses to scrap, useful garbage, even merchants that would be amenable to trade with them.

[PaleShadow]

 

Name: Shalara Kali, Lady of the Violet Thorn
Race: Elf
Class/Archtype: Hunter (Courtly Hunter)
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance: Shalara is just over 6 feet tall, with fiery red hair and luminous green eyes. Her time spent out in the open plains of Varisia has tanned her skin more than most elves, and her interest in Varisian culture has lead her to pierce her long pointy ears in several places. Her wardrobe is often functional but still stylish enough to not be mistaken for a commoner while on the road. While in more civilized locales she prefers elegant gowns.

Personality: Shalara is learning to love the adventuring lifestyle, but it isn’t easy. Having grown accustomed to deriding those Forlorn elves who left Kyonin to travel with the more short-lived peoples of Golarion, she’s had to reconsider some of her previous preconceptions while on the road herself. Normally quite prim and proper with high regard for social etiquette and little patience for the problems of common folk, Shalara can come off arrogant and aloof. However, she’s recently realized that out away from the elven court, she needs the help of these ‘common folk’ and has begun to see the issues that plague them more up close, somewhat softening her cool demeanor.

Background: Shalara was born as nobility in the elven court of Kyonin, belonging to the House of the Violet Thorn. However, she only had vague memories of the Elven capital, as her house was stationed as ambassadors in Magnimar. Her house's patriarch, her father, would relay information back to the Queen in Kyonin, and advise good relations with the human populated Varisia, and encouraged his fellow elves in Magnimar to remain close to the natural world. However Shalara often shirked her studies in tracking, identifying properties of plants, and befriending the creatures of the forest in order to spend more time gossiping with the other ladies of the court and obsessing over the latest trends and fashions.

Then, tragedy struck. Her father, Volodar Kali, the Lord of Violet Thorns, died unexpectedly and many suspected foul play. After his passing, Shalara battled with remorse and guilt for not spending more time with her father, and spent a lot of time alone with the baby Roc her father had rescued and hatched from an egg. She named the baby bird Volodar, or ‘Vol’ for short, after her father.

Concern for her family grew when one of her aunts, who had taken over leadership of the House of Violet Thorns, also died unexpectedly. Member after member of her house died under increasingly mysterious circumstances until the remaining members met in secret, deciding to go into hiding throughout the countryside, hoping that they would be able to return once the mysterious cause of these deaths was solved.

Short term goal: Stay out of sight of whatever assassins plagued her family in Kyonin.
Long term goal: Train Vol to become a successful adult roc, and learn the ways of nature to honor her father.
Shalara Sheet:https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=92202
Voldoran Sheet: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=92383

[Clawsome]

Character https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=87779

Name: Azrael "Luther" Brimfire
Race: Tiefling
Class/Archtype: Witch (Warlock)
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance: He stands only 5’6” and weighs a measly 125lbs, but his body is wiry and fit. His dark black eyes match his black horns but provide contrast to his bright white hair and red skin. He wears modestly little clothes and no amor to speak of.

Personality: He is jovial and outgoing. He is used to the stereotyping of his race and career choices and for the most part lets it slide off like water on his skin. He knows better than most that not everyone gets along, but you must compromise. He likes his food and drink but needs to be careful of overindulging. Casting hexes and curses in fights does not make you welcome. He tends to go by Luther rather than his official name of Azrael which he uses for business purposes.

Background: He was born a bastard and given to witches to be raised as a baby deep in the forest. That is all he knows of his past history. He learned and lived under several witches in the western forest of Sanos. He chooses not to specialize under any of them, but learn a little of each.
He was released (pushed out) from his coven and only home at eighteen and sent to make his mark in the world. After three months of traveling through the Sanos forest he ended up by sheer luck or fate in Sandpoint just in time for the Swallowtail Festival.

Short term goal/Motivations: Improve his capabilities/magic, make friends and money which will help with his first goal.
Long term goal: Show the realm that not all Tieflings and witches are of evil nature and to be the most powerful and famous (Not Infamous) witch.

[Ermine]

Doctor Rissi Oddwhisker Doctor Rissi Oddwhisker   Race: Cleanliness Alternate Racial Trait Surface Sprinter Alternate Racial Trait Cheek Pouches Alternate Racial Trait Tinker Racial Trait -2 Str, +2 Int and DexRatfolk Class: Beastmorph archetype Vivisectionist archetype FCB: +1/6 Discovery 1-18, +1 HP 19-20Alchemist Traits Trait, Campaign: Scholar of the Ancients (+1 Knowledge (arcana, history), can speak and read Thassilonian) Trait, Race: Scamper (first round you act in combat, ignore difficult terrain and gain +5' movement)   ASIs: Dex, Dex, Dex, Con, Con Discoveries 2 Infusion 4 Preserve Organs 6 Vestigial Arm (left) FCB6 Vestigial Arm (right) Feat7 Bleeding Attack 8 Preserve Organs 10 Mummification Feat11 Preserve Organs 12 Greater Mutagen FCB12 Chameleon Feat13 Spontaneous Healing 14 Combine Extracts 16 Grand Mutagen Feat17 Aromatic Extract 18 Lingering Spirit FCB18 Bone-Spike Mutagen 20 Cognatogen 20 Collective Memory 20 Eternal Youth Feats Class: Brew Potion Class: Throw Anything 1 Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Sawtooth Sabre) 3 Two-Weapon Fighting 5 Weapon Finesse 7 Extra Discovery 9 Improved Two-Weapon Fighting 11 Extra Discovery 13 Extra Discovery 15 Greater Two-Weapon Fighting 17 Extra Discovery 19 Toughness Rissi is a 3'9", 60 lbs, white-furred ratfolk with haunting blue eyes and a lithe physique. She wears bandages and belts as fashion accessories, and carries with her small animal and monster skulls for the aesthetic. Her long tail is adorned with gold rings. Her limbs end in very long fingers and toes that on a human would be considered nightmarish, but are just accepted on a ratfolk as normal. She also carries an assortment of tinctures to ply her trade. She is from a family of morticians and doctors, and kept that tradition alive by going to a medical academy. Rissi had a strong bond with her medical professor (Radeaux du Riem, a half-orc man from Galt), or at least she thought it was. The two dated for over a year before she found out he was dating other students, too. She wanted to use her medical knowledge to torture him, but decided against it, and instead just broke up with him...while he was with another student (Asatha Newcomb, a human girl from Varisia). The two made his life hell for a while, haunting him like a pair of ghosts. They later found other students he had dated, who joined them. He had a great deal of difficulty finding other students or lovers for the next year or so before the victims relented and allowed him to exist. They don't know what happened to him after that, only that he left town overnight. They were fairly certain his career was destroyed in this town, so had moved to another. They hoped rumors spread about his past wherever he was now. She did manage to get her degree still, from a different professor, with whom she remained impersonal. She became quite the sawbones, making a name for herself in her home warren. She never got in another relationship, though, since her only relationship so far was with the one professor, and that one went horribly. Rissi became a traveling doctor, which was quite the adventure. Especially since she had to dispatch bandits on her own at first. Well, "on her own" meaning "with the help of hirelings paid for by her family's wealth." But she did the heavy lifting, and healed both sides up afterward. After all, she had sworn an oath to help, regardless of circumstances. She's pretty sure the bandits went on to better things? Or maybe they had kept up their banditry, despite their near death experience? She'd have to find out later, if ever. She didn't share the same oath for monsters, however. When they assumed she had raised enough money, Rissi's family pulled back her retainers. She was left alone again. She knew she would have to find others or be stuck in Sandpoint. She didn't want to have paid retainers again, so she began to look for adventurers willing to travel with her. Additionally, Asatha was from Sandpoint, and Rissi just wants to make sure she's okay now that goblins have attacked (she has other interests with Asatha, too, thinking she may just be a little gay. She's not sure, though.)

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