[PF-1e] Looking for games, with concepts and current characters included

[SolarDragon]

I know some Pathfinder, and would love to play some more of it, and am willing to help with what I do know.

Active Characters:

[PF]Toa Human Monk (Flowing AT)

Dormant Characters:

[PF]Strom the Curious Human Druid (Storm AT)
[PF]Wanderer Drow Monk (Flowing AT, Sacred Mountain AT)
[PF]Faereil Fetchling Ninja
[PF]Soran Haelthor Aasimar Oracle (Ancestor)
[PF]Synne Forgeborn Aasimar Oracle (Metal, Possessed AT)
[PF]Dwrn o Elfennau Tengu Monk (Many Styles, Four Winds, Qinggong)
[PF]Siella Whisperwind Elf (Moon Elf) Oracle (Dark Tapestry)
[PF]Erdrath Elderson Aasimar Magister

Concepts:

System is given but adaption may be possible if the system allows.
[PF]Toronar Half-There Human Inquisitor (Heresy)
[PF]Lyssandra Tomen Sylph Oracle (Wind)
[PF]Lirrelin Yril Dark Emissary [custom race] Oracle (Spellscar)
[PF]Professor Chaos Tiefling Oracle (Spellscar)
[PF]Tereriel Lothos Elven Magus (Bladebound Kensai)
[PF]Athesto Primus Svirfdraconi [custom race] Oracle (Heavens)
[PF]Baracchus Llewellyn Elven Investigator (Empiricist)

Current Applications:

I prefer groups that aren't full of compulsory optimisers and people who try to make your character for you.
I'm not always as good at roleplay as I should be, but am willing to learn from mistakes (e.g rollplay where should be roleplay :P)

I tend to use the SRD rather than the PRD to make my characters so prefer to play in games that allow "all Paizo" if we're talking about Pathfinder-I find this makes for characters that actually do what you picture them doing, rather than having to use broad classes in specific ways.

I tend to favour building characters that have something slightly quirky, either in personality or in mechanics, sometimes the base class has this quirk, sometimes its an archetype, rather than straight DPS characters (not that that's ever a bad thing to have ). I'm still getting used to HOW to do this, but its fun making characters.


I would also possibly like to branch out into other RPG rulesets. Am slightly prejudiced against 3/3.5 due to what I've heard about class-dipping and other things that have resulted.

Character concepts that have been created but haven't been used yet are included below, any specific and constructive feedback would be appreciated!
Of course, if you like them, game invites are always more appreciated (and that's the other half of why I have them posted)

[SolarDragon]

Dormant
Synne Forgeborn

Race: Aasimar (Angelkin variant, with Daylight)
Class: Oracle (Metal, Tongues, Possesed Archetype)
No PrC currently expected, Celestial Knight is an outside possibility (If it's even allowed)
Physical description summarised: Synne is a tall humanoid who could almost be mistaken for human at a distance, with copper-toned skin that has a metallic sheen when in bright light. Her eyes appear blue from a distance, but up close they resemble dancing flames of holy blue and white. Her hair is blond, long and appears to shimmer, but never quite seems content to be combed down.

Party input concept:Heavy armor fighter/caster who uses spells and racial feats to stay effective.

Born to a mortal blacksmith who had been favored by divine powers, Synne was always marked differently. Even from a young age, her skin shone with a lustre that was impossible, and those who looked into her eyes were amazed, for divine fires leapt in them. Normally such strange features would have brought harm to the young child, but her tact, wit, and beauty always defused even the worst of situations, and growing up to a mother working a traditionally male job, she never considered her gender to be an impediment, and her community was of like mind, recognising the skill of her mother, and so she had some small respect by reflection. Her divine heritage marked itself in her powers, but one fateful day she was involved in a terrible accident in the forge that should have killed her. While still physically unmarred, the celestial forces that saved her that day caused her to lose control of his language when under stress, much to the dismay of his friends. However, she manifested an unusual ability to carry heavy loads and wear heavy armor without any training, another sign of her touched nature. Synne never permitted evil in her sight, either from her own nature or the celestials that had touched her. Whether it was the mistreatment of others, animals, or theft, she always persuaded his friends to undo it, and when they were not her friends, she used his skill with weapons to "convince" them to cease, especially favoring the greatsword she began to be recognised by. Often nearly in trouble with the law (or worse, his mother) for such acts, she began seeking outwards, for adventure.

[SolarDragon]

Character Concept 2

NameToronar Half-There (nickname obv)
RaceHuman
ClassInquisitor, Heresy inquisition, no AT
ConceptHoly warrior through subterfuge.

Backstory Toronar grew up in a rich family in the high-class districts of Lastwall, in an extremely religious family. A birthmark stretching down his right arm in the shape of a longsword, his faith in Iomedae was virtually assured, leading to him following in their path and joining the church, much to the approval of his parents, who granted him a generous stipend, he found his way to a small sect of Iomedae that relied more on subterfuge to bring their enemies down, acknowledging that sometimes waiting till the right moment to strike can yeild more total destruction of evil than a frontal assault. Earning the nickname Half-Seen through his tendency to slip into shadows, as well as having the ability to weasel his way out of punishments, his tutors recognised his potential as an inquisitor and focused him into doing what was required. While not entirely comfortable with the seedier side of an inquisitor, having seen his tutors carry out tortures, and instructed him how to do them himself, despite his reservations, his dedication to Iomedae and dedication to stopping evil carry him on his path of trickery and deception, even as he wrestles with his own concepts of what should and shouldn't be.

RP sample Toronar watched the meeting from the shadows, barely breathing as the half-orc scanned the surroundings, before turning back to the guard captain. While he couldn't hear what was being said, Toronar could see that this was no hostile meeting, and even more so, that there was money changing hands. A guard captain, accepting money from this half-orc, who he had tracked back to the orc warrens in the past, could only mean one thing. Toronar carefully maneuvered back, emerging into the sunlight straight into a pair of guards. "Hey, waht're you doing in there!" Toronar smiled and flashed a disarming smile at them "Taking a break from the sun, it's a warm day today isn't it?". His silent prayer to Iomedae to aid him obviously paid off, as the guards nodded in response and moved off, leaving Toronar free to report back.

Toronar is *not* a particularly uptight character, apart from when it comes to doing evil deeds-and as an inquistior, many of his brethren preach of the greater good while doing so, so he is both aware of evil in "good" but has been preached to about the good of ends, and is in some conflict with himself as to which way it goes, so for the most part, I expect him to warm to characters, rather than clash. He has been taught to ask himself what the end goal is, and to abandon many morals in pursuit of the end task, but he wonders if evil done in act can ever truly lead to good, and as such, will often have to trust himself to do what is right in situations such as interrogations, and will dislike things like torture, often refusing to take part, but at the same time, may take part himself if he feels the need is right, and may even attempt to physically prevent such things where he deems it unneccesary.

[Grenadier]

Originally Posted by SolarDragon

Would love someone to point me to how to embed URL's in text :P

I don't do Pathfinder, so I can't help you there. However, I can help you a bit with coding. It looks like you've found the url code you needed, but I'll go ahead and point you to this thread if you don't already know about it.

My best advice though is to quote posts that you like, copy the code, post it in notepad, and then not post a reply. Look at the code they used, edit to your liking, experiment a little, and then use the preview post option to test your code. You can do that right here in this thread, with ever having to submit a reply. That's the best way to learn.

[SolarDragon]

Character Concept 3
Needs a bit of explanation. This concept was originally created for a game set launching from Vercites and set often in space or other planets.

Name: Lyssandra Tomen
Race: Sylph (Like the Wind, Breeze-Kissed
Class: Oracle (Wind) Curse: Tongues (was originally deaf but was changed by GM suggestion)
Flavour comments:I'm assuming sylphs in this world exist, and most of Lyssandra's magic is going to be magic except air flavored when possible (e.g. something like bless is a wisp of wind curling round your weapon that directs it better, CLW will feel like soothing breezes)
Alignment: Neutral Good, will see how it molds to the character though.
Concept:

 

To someone who lives thinking of the sky, what is further to explore than above the sky? A young sylph dreaming of the above finally gets her day. Lyss applied for many spacegoing voyages before this, and several months ago she got her wish... But disaster struck soon after leaving the atmosphere, and it was only thanks to her command of Air Bubble ftw!air that Lyss was able to survive long enough to activate the distress beacon. The disaster traumatised her, causing her to revert back to her native tongue whenever she gets reminded of the dangers she's in. Despite this, she has finally summoned up enough courage to apply once again. Thanks to her skill at surviving the last disaster, the crew of the latest expedition were enthusiastic about having her along in case of disasters, despite her handicaps.

Background:

 

Lyss was born into a rare community of sylphs and was brought up fully conversant in air and nature.
Her parents were both sylphs, a huge rarity even within the community, and unsuprisingly her aptitude has shown itself.
Her upbringing was originally very casual, as the sylph elders managed the safety of the community, so Lyss was free to play as she liked. As she grew older, effort was put into refining her mastery of air, as well as more conventional schooling.
Lyss has been training and applying for every space exploration mission that has left Verces since she has been allowed to, and is excited about heading back into the sky, but privately is hugely apprehensive despite trying not to show it.

Writing Sample:

 

Lyssa hugged her mother tight before turning to her father and hugging him as well. "I'll be safe, I promise. The technomancers looked it all over and they are sure what happened... won't happen again" Her voice caught and shook slightly, as she remembered the terror as she felt the pull of vacuum shoot through the cabin... She shook her head, dispelling the vision and presenting a smile to her worried parents. The community had hired a [insert appropriate transportation here], and there was much excitement as she left, if slightly spoilt but the unspoken apprehension.
As Lyss neared the spaceport, she could feel herself shaking in nervousness and quickly pulled herself together, determined to fly out and find her path. The vehicle stopped and she entered the familiar terminal, her heart jumping when the same steward greeted her to the terminal, smiling warmly.
"Ah, Lyssandra, I'm so happy to see you back, you were somewhat of a celebrity round here after... I'm sorry, you probably don't want to be reminded of that. The crew are boarding this way."
[SAY]Thank you. It's... alright. I think I remember seeing you after I was brought off the ship. I don't know if I was dreaming though. I... never mind. Sorry, I didn't catch that... What did you say?
"We're nearly there, the captain will show you aboard"
Lyssandra's voice squeaked a little in shock and excitement.
"The captain? *cough* I mean, why is the captain showing me aboard?"
"You're regarded as maybe a bit valuable, that trick of yours could be very handy if anything minor happens.."
There was a great deal unsaid in the stewards comment, but Lyss knew what he meant. She nodded, and carried on the short remainder in silence, attempting to look mature and composed, at least until she say who the captain was.
"Or whatever his actual name isSimon! Er... I mean, hello Captain, sir. I... I didn't know you had survived!"
Lyssandra blushed a little in embarrasment at such a bad impression, but the young captain just laughed and gestured her on board.
"Yes, thanks to you in fact. I heard that you haven't been out of recovery for long? Are you well now?"
The tone was warm and caring, but Lyss was sure that there was many layers in the question.
"Yes, I'm as recovered as I'll ever be. I can't actually hear though, but luckily I still have my ability to speak."[possible editing for curse]
"Your quarters are this way, I took the liberty of putting a spacesuit in your cabin, I thought it might... help."
"Thank you so much. I mean, thank you Captain. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about being so formal when it's us alone. I never got the chance to say, thank you for saving my life then. I need to get back to my post, I hope you like your cabin!"
The captain's dsimissal left the blushing Lyss stuttering for too long to make a response, so she buried her embarrasment in checking into her cabin, and starting to take deep breaths to calm herself down.
"You can do this, it's what you've always wanted to do"

[SolarDragon]

Dormant
Wanderer

 

Haven't written up background fully but;
Wanderer was originally the eldest son of a noble drow family, but was expelled from the community for even daring to question their xenocidal tendencies. He managed to escape the surface world, and luckily was first met by an old monk, who had the serenity and foresight to take the drow in. The monk lived under a vow of silence, and eventually Wanderer lost his name, as he learned techniques from the monk, both of martial and personal value. Wanderer has no home, and considers no place home, but as he moves from place to place his blood begins to manifest in power, even as he understands further what his master taught him.

[SolarDragon]

Current Character 2
Toa
Playing in Eternity's End

 

Toa The Mysterium   Toa is a reasonably tall human, who has jet black hair over slightly oriental features, which contrasts oddly with his eyes that look like the irises are made out of pure sapphire gems, as a consequence of his trip through the portal. His clothes, while often varied and colourful, are simple cut yet allow free movement. He maintains his cleanliness, often smelling faintly of pumice and perfume from the bathouse, and he speaks slowly in a measured deep voice. [OOC] Yes I know it doesn't match his picture, I hope that's ok[/OOC]   Toa was originally from a small plains village, in a corner of the multiverse that Toa has no idea of it's precise location. As a child, he grew quickly and began to work with his parent as his strength developed. Thus Toa passed into adolescence. One day, a travelling monk passed through the village, and was of course invited to a feast, as a rare visitor from further than the next village. Asked why the monk carried nothing, the monk replied My body is all I need. I need a weapon, I have this. He pointed to his fist. I need food, water, shelter, or knowledge? I have this. He pointed to his head. This is why I carry nothing, for I carry everything, and want nothing more than everything I have. While the rest of the village puzzled over what it could mean, for they could plainly see that the monk had nothing, and therefore could not have everything, Toa heard these words and, in that instant, a spark grew inside him to learn such things. After the meal was over, Toa went up to the monk and asked him Will you teach me how to be like you? To this, the monk merely looked at him and asked Why do you want to be like me? I have nothing. Toa merely pointed to his head and to his fist, and in return the monk nodded. You have learnt the first lesson. This is the easiest one. None shall ever be so easy again if you choose this path. Toa merely confirmed his understanding and led the monk to his house, to ask the permission of his parents. After much crying by his mother, and the pressure from his father to stay to help, Toa finally left, maintaining that it was his wish to learn the way of the monk. On their travels, the monk began to teach Toa herbs and food to be found in the wild, the signs of weather and of natural hazards, and began to teach him the rudiments of fighting skills. He taught Toa a motto- "What you do not have, can never be taken from you", and told Toa this was one of his central rules. The journey was quiet until an encounter in the forest, where a group of brigands surrounded the travellers and demanded money, getting more and more aggressive as they insisted they had no money, until finally one of them swung his sword at the older monk as Toa looked on in horror. Much to Toa's suprise, the blow never connected, the monk quickly sweeping the man's legs out from under him, disarming him with a flick of his hands, and quickly knocking the man out. Having seen their leader defeated in such an ignominous fashion, the others took the the shadows of the forest, while the monk bound the leader and began to carry it towards the next village. Toa, curious as to the extra effort, asked why the older monk was bothering to carry the bandit. Because without law, we are less than men. The law says such men are to be tried and branded at the least. If I do not help others follow the law, how can I claim to follow the law? You must always be mindful of not just your actions and words, but those around you. Always be suspicious. This answer confused Toa, but he pressed on. Even of you, Master? Even of me, even though to act unlike this would be to betray myself far worse than you. Can you teach me how to do what you did? Yes, this I can teach you and more. Much you will learn on your own, from application of what are simple principles, but all you will learn in time. Maybe one day you will surpass me. Toa protested he could never be as quick, but the monk cut him off with a wave of his hand. Thus the pair came to the monk's monastery, but found it deserted, with the skies above glowing with an eerie radiance. This... this is nothing natural my young pupil. You must stay here. If I do not come back... you know enough to survive. With this said, the monk dissapeared into the ruins. Some time later, a terrible howling startled Toa out of the half-sleep he had fallen into, coming from seemingly all the surrounds of the monastery. Toa, while grasping the basics of combat that the monk had shown him, had no confidence in his ability to deal with anything substantial yet, so quickly went to take refuge in the monastery, hoping to find his teacher. Much to his horror, as he entered the monastery, the world outside flashed the same eerie colours, before seeming to disappear. Deciding that since there was no back anymore, went deeper into the monastery, still hearing the howls, gradually beginning to grasp that the howls were not in any earthly direction, and that as he progressed inwards, the howls grew stronger, not weaker as it had first seemed. Undaunted, or at least, seeing no alternative, Toa decided to follow them to the source, which seemed deeper in the monastery than the building could possibly be large. What Toa saw next was something he could have never been prepared for. In the centre of a large room, that even Toa's uneducated eyes knew couldn't exist for the strange shapes that wavered in and out of focus, and the geometry that hurt the eyes, was a huge crystal portal. In front of this portal, he could see his master struggling with... shapes. Toa couldn't describe them any better than that, but what he quickly realised was they were behind him, and he had to move fast. The only route left was towards the portal. Unmindful of danger, Toa dived through the portal, attempting to call his master through, but was met with a reply.This is my path. Follow yours to where it may lead, without looking back. This world is lost, but others may be saved. These cryptic words were Toa's last heard before the portal closed around him and catapulted him into blinding darkness. For what seemed like years, Toa and his mind spun through a Void, until suddenly his world snapped into focus. He was in an inn. But this was no normal inn. Patrons were of every size and race imaginable, some with auras of unmistakeable power, seeming godlike to Toa. Toa found he was in the Inn of Eternity's End, and after some brief conversations, began to explore his surroundings, bringing him at last to the libraries. While exploring the libraries, trying to find what the shapes could have been, he was approached by a cloaked figure. You seek hidden knowledge. We can help you, if you pass our test... Seeing no better alternative, Toa followed the robed man, and entered the trial of The Mysterium, joining their ranks as a newly initiated member, with his secrets locked in his only possesion, himself.

[SolarDragon]

Dormant Character
Strom

 

Name: Strom the Curious
Class: Druid
Archetype: Storm Druid
Domain: Weather, almost certainly Storms.
Alignment: NG. He's not a particularly strongly aligned character, but he feels vaguely more likely to help someone than not, as long as it isn't too big an investment by him. Colourwise might be a weak blue.
Flavour: Spinally embedded bionic device that manifests as scar at back of neck and metal pads on fingers/toes.
Appearance: Relatively tall, not overly built, Strom's green eyes peer out from under a hood most of the time, set in a friendly face with a suprisingly well trimmed beard. He prefers to keep his hands hidden, so his travelling robes have sleeves that fit somewhat over the hands, and he carries a stout quarterstaff.

 

Background: Strom's family had lived on their own for many years, scavenging what they could to give them trade for the occasional trips to one of the villages for any supplies they needed. They emphasised self-sufficiency and succeeded in growing their own crops, even in the toxic soil of the region. When he was old enough, Strom was recruited to help them in their scavenging, and quickly earned his nickname, ranging far further afield than most felt safe. One day, while exploring an old ruin, he found an ancient device that activated when he touched and seemingly attacked him. For all his experience with dealing with petty brigands, this device of the Old Realm was far too powerful for him to combat, and as it poised itself over his fallen form, his small life flashed before his eyes before he blacked out in pain.
Much to Strom's surprise, he opened his eyes again. He could feel an odd weight along his neck and down his back, and the bads of his fingers had silvery metal apparently embedded in them, and the rest of his skin had an odd sheen, as though the same metal had replaced his blood. As he was examining these new additions to his body, and his old wounds, he suddenly felt a surge of power and his wounds closed in front of him.
Returning to the village he had been scavenging from, he was told he'd been gone for two weeks and was presumed dead. However, despite the jubilation of not having lost him, the technophobic village made it clear to Strom that moving on would be appreciated, so he headed home with nothing to show. On arriving home, he saw the door bashed in and his heart sank. Marauders. Or worse. He entered the house, his blood freezing in dread at what he might find. His sister was unconscious on the floor with a mutated human standing over her. Much to his suprise, Strom lashed out with a thunderclap, stunning the mutant unconscious instantly. He quickly moved to assist his sister, trying to call the same energies that he had before. His sister, when she quickly regained consciousness, told him, sobbing, that his mother had been taken, alive. Strom took to the road again, trying to find his mother, or even a hint of where she had been taken. A year on the road hardened him, and one day he came upon a mutant wearing his mother's necklace, and he quietly followed it back to its lair, assaulting it with his trusty quarterstaff and the energies he was learning to harness. Amazingly, he survived this foolish assault, and found a prisoner. The prisoner told him that there had been a woman in the cave, but she had somehow escaped, after stealing a map from one of the mutants, which led to a supposed sanctuary, St Augustus. His new experience allowing him greater mastery of his tools, Strom set out to find this sanctuary, but knew he couldn't travel alone..

 

In where Strom needs some directions.
Strom came to the small hamlet near the end of the day, his legs aching from the long day. He had spotted it by a thin wisp of smoke across the fields, a rare risk in this dangerous area. He first spotted one of the worker's in the field, and cautiously raised his empty hands in greeting, hailing
"May the Lady's blessing be upon this village"
"And on your head too" came the reply.
"I come seeking shelter, do you have some?"
"Ask at the alehouse"
"You have an alehouse?" Strom looked around with a slightly more attentive eye, realising that some of what he had thought was hummocks were the entrances to obviously subterranean houses, and quickly increased his mental estimate of the size of the hamlet by several times.
"Yeah, finest ales in the South Valley"
"Which way to it, I can take myself there since you're busy"
"Down the main street, and it's one of the aboveground ones. Sign out front."
"Thank you. A copper for your time, too" Strom flicked the coin to the man, who caught it with a friendly grin. Strom knew goodwill could be hard to find sometimes, so sometimes a copper in the right place could keep your welcome open, and do wonders for your name. Sometimes.
Strom headed off to find the alehouse, and luckily it was a clean sign, almost suspiciously new. There weren't many patrons when he walked in, a couple of old men in the corner playing a wooden board game and smoking pipes, and a couple of men dicing for matchsticks, with the occasional forfeit apparently thrown in as one of them stripped off his pants, grumbling goodnaturedly and dashed into the kitchen, followed back out by a screaming matron.
Strom chuckled and headed to the bar, ordering a round for the few patrons of the bar, sliding a gold piece across to the barman while chatting idly.
"Seems quite quiet around here, I envy you".
"Aye, not as quiet as you'ld like though. Had some trouble with raiders week past, but we've got a bit of a militia that handles it. Your quarterstaff could come in handy there if you want an extra coin or two" said the barkeep, nodding to the staff by the door. Strom chuckled and agreed
"It's come in handy, I'll grant you that sir. It's a friendly place here, not often I get such a warm welcome as a traveller. I heard you might have some rooms for a night or two?"
"Aye, aye. A night or three, three or a week, there's not much use for them these days. Not many travellers seem to pass this way, although I heard of a group chasing some legend a few days from here."
"A legend? What kind of legend do you chase in the Valley?"
"Some far off city. Supposedly there's all kinds of wonders there, stuff that survived from the old world, somewhere safe from mutan-hey, what's that on your fingers?!" The barkeep was quickly reaching for the club under the bar, no doubt suspecting Strom of being one of those mutants.
"Hey, hey, I'm no threat. I'm human as you are. Least, most of me. Got these gloves off a ruin out west, must be something old, but they serve me well."
Pacified for now, the barkeep went back to his story.
"I hear that stuff like those... gloves is the least of the wonders out there. Sticks that shoot lightning, towers of gleaming metal... Aye, but they be old wives tales and nothing more."
"I'm not so sure, I think I might like to meet these travellers. Where did you say they were?"
"You head up the main road, turn left at th' signpost..."
Strom barely heard the rest of the directions, his mind already racing as he paid for his room, planning to head off at first light, his imagination leaping, never once thinking whether these traveller's though the same, and if they weren't, why did he care? Adventure was in his blood, and he was back on the hunt.

[SolarDragon]

Dormant
Faereil

 

Name: Faereil
Class:Ninja
Race:Kayal (aka fetchling) (with +2 Dex)
Alignment: NG, with good being the prevention of domination especially. (justification in backstory)

 

Faereil was born to a family of diplomats, but even as he was growing up, it was becoming obvious that he lacked experience and authority to be a diplomat, despite succesful attempts at training him in the arts of the word. As a result, his family encouraged him to leave the Shadow Plane and go and explore the Material Plane, giving him a small grant, hoping that in time, he would accumulate experience and wisdom, and eventually return home to take his place.
On his arrival to the Material Plane, his natural grace of movement was picked up by an itinerant ninja, who brought him into the depths of his mysterious order, sworn to keeping the balance between rulers to prevent them from ever gaining designs on the whole world and imbalancing the planes. While happy for Staralss to travel round the world and gain experience, it is unknown what, if any, deeper plans they hold for him.
Since leaving his apprenticeship, Faereil has never stayed long with one group, finding their paths diverging as he was bumped off onto new tracks. He gained the gratitude of a couple of small towns for helping rid them of threats, taking their gifts with his characteristic bow of respect. He even helped a magician recover a lost bauble that was of particular mystic interest, but he felt oddly unsatisfied even then. The lack of contact with his old master worried him, until a chance meeting crossed the paths of the two again. Entering an inn in if we're in Golarion? Otherwise any equivalent melting potAbsalom He saw his master in a corner, listening to a bard's tale. Faereil made his way easily through the throng to sit and listen. The Bard sang tales of treasure and toil, of ancient heros and their fates... and the Labyrinth of Aermina. At the conclusion of the song, his master turned to him and said
"Faereil, I have heard our order speak of this place before. One rumour has it that there is a gem of great value to those who would master the planes, that lies at the center of the labyrinth. We would like it under the control of the order, but we had no agents to send, and I was busy with a mage-tyrant in the north. I am still dealing with this problem, but I must admit, someone as new as yourself had slipped my mind. If you are willing to take the risks, you may keep the artifact, and of course the rest of the wealth of the labyrinth."
"I shall do this Master"

[SolarDragon]

Character concept 4

Another one that needs a bit of explaining. Lirrelin was originally made for an adventure where the plotline was that a bunch of monsters had been robbed by adventurers (presumadly NPC PC's) and were on the warpath to get them back.

Name: Lirrelin Yril (silent y)
Class: Spellscar Oracle (Haunted Curse)
Gender: Male
Background:

 

Lirrelin was never the luckiest child growing up. Things always went wrong round him, and yet somehow, maybe in answer to the inevitable stream of mishaps that followed him, he became one of the happiest children that his village had ever seen. His constant smile won most over, and despite the risk of accidents he had no shortage of friends. As he grew older, he started to spontaneously manifest small powers, that were nevertheless extremely noticable to a community that was so used to the effects from the open chaos portal. Unlike many, Lirrelin's powers stayed under his control-for the most part. As he grew up, his natural charm and exuberance caused him to fall into the role of a go-between, first for his village and other communities, and then ranging wider and wider as his skill became more known-even if he wasn't always the best judge of character, many felt that letting him down would be worse than getting their own way. Unsurprisingly, his lack of prejudice led him to become a diplomatic ambassador for the more intelligent of the monstrous races, as well as his human looks.

Personality: Happy go lucky, occasionally to the point of ditzy, but really wants his rod back. He misses it badly.
Alignment: Either neutral or good, probably chaotic or possibly neutral.
Race: Dark Emissary
Bestiary:

 

23 Racial Points
Humanoid (Human)
Medium
Languages: Common, Undercommon.
Dark Emissaries with high Intelligence scores can pick from the following: Draconic, Elven, Dwarven, Fey, Terran, Protean [if allowed], Goblin
Stat block:
Advanced (+2 to all physical stats, +4 Charisma, -2 Wis)
Advanced Charisma (+2 Charisma)
Advanced Intelligence (+2 Int)
Flexible Bonus Feat
See in Darkness
Greater Spell Resistance

Originally a tribe of humans who descended into a cavern system under what is now the Mana Wastes to escape the wars that plagued the region, the countenance of the Dark Emissaries has changed little. Unknown to those on the surface, or indeed many at all, a chaos portal opened under the Mana Wastes, and raw chaos has been reaching out and touching and warping them over time. Many of those who belonged to the tribe went mad, or changed into beings of chaos itself, but the Dark Emissaries are a branch that moved into other parts of the underground before the emmnations were too strong. These emnations still warped much of their original humanity, but mostly enhanced them, giving them unnatural senses and the touch of chaos meant spells often slid off them like water. Years of honing their warped abilities led to a race that was born and raised by force of personality, to deal with those who were less than welcoming to human's in the underworld. Something about them still unnerves most humans and other surface races, but luckily they can normally deal with this. Even so, they find themselves as at home in the company of those deemed monsters as those called human, and frequently serve as intermediaries. They normally appear pale, with strange colours sometimes running under their skin, fascinating those who have the chance to observe them closely.

Loot: A Rod of Wonder that Lirrelin is immensely fond of, he enjoys using it (far too much) and has always been hugely protective of it, and may get quite sad about it. He also lost a suit of Mistmail, as well as a Mithral Heavy Shield. As well, he lost much of his mundane equipment.
Role: Lirrelin was a wandering diplomat for hire for the monstrous races, and collected oddities during his travels.
Why He Survived: He was talking to one of the neighbouring dungeons at the time that the dungeon his stuff was in was robbed
Has he left the lair before: Yes, he even has talked to humans before as part of his job, and knows that some can even be tolerant of "nice" monsters.

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Dormant
Siella Whisperwind

 

Name: Siella Whisperwind
Class: Oracle (Dark Tapestry)(Deaf)
Race: Moon Elf, Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Level: 3
Will need Equipment and Feat provided.
Background:

 

Siella was born into a moon-revering community of elves, who built spires to reach closer to it, and sages who channeled it's magic. In such an environment, naturally Siella grew to love the moon as well, and as time passed, she spent more and more time alone, simply communing with the moon, attempting to learn it's secrets, as she gradually grew to know the powers that it manifested in her. Growing older, she would spend weeks or even months away at a time, with nothing but the moon for company. Her family began noticing that over time, her hearing acuity decreased, until finally she could hear nothing less than a dragon roar, and then even barely. With her deafness though, her powers seemed to begin to surge in earnest.
Seeing Siella grow into such powers, but at a price, her community attempted to keep her from her communing, as they considered the loss of any senses as too high a price to pay, but using her skills Siella often evaded them, to sit in a grove and simply face the moon, or to hone her archery skills even more. Finally accepting her choice to remain in this state, one of the elder's of her village tasked her to travel to Calisham to retrieve an artefact that was spoken of in clan legend, hoping secretly that on the way her curse would resolve. Taking her farewells, Siella boarded the ship bound for Calisham in high spirits...

Personality: Siella can range from acting as giggly as the "typical" high school cheerleader to being as mysterious and still as a monk, going through a reasonable well balanced personality in the middle, and some wonder if her personality is tied to some quality of the moon. Either way, it can be hard to get information out of her if she doesn't see a good reason to provide it. Nevertheless, in any phase of her personality Siella seems to get on well with anyone round her, and is as loyal a friend as anyone could want if treated with respect. Even so, she will often clash with those who treat others ill, whether they are friends, foes or anyone else.
Description: Siella is a tallish elf with small but obviously pointed ears and silver-white hair, and her skin is a pale green that seems to shimmer softly in dim light. Her eyes seem to vary from a cerulean blue to a midnight black, sometimes with the lighting, but sometimes it seems by chance.
RP Example:

 

Siella crept past the first guard by her house, her longsword muffled in its scabbard to stop it clinking, with her bow tied quietly to her back, or at least Siella hoped so. Inside her head she giggled silently, as she made faces at him from her concealment, before continuing on, knowing the moon would guide her to her destination, whatever it was. Her steps on the forest floor were quick and sure, letting her avoid twigs and obstacles, her vision clearer than any of her fellow elves. Her enhanced sight suddenly picked up a shadow slipping through the trees to her side, and she shrunk back into the trunk of a tree as it approached, revealing a youngish couple walking arm in arm. Siella smiled softly, her eyes misting over lightly for a moment, before her mind pricked up as she took in the smaller details... like the lull of the girl's head, and the stumbles in her steps, and the smile on the boy's face that was almost predatory. As she watched, slowly drawing her bow off her back, his features changed, and she had to stifle a gasp as the... thing revealed it's true form. Siella felt a moment of panic as the thing prepared to feed, wishing that maybe she had alerted the guard to her presence before, so that the thing in front of her might have been too wary to act. Nevertheless, in a smooth action she drew an arrow and fired at the beast from her cover, giving out a yell as she did so. It had just enough time to see her before she melded into the shadows, hidden from any but supernatural eyes, and dived for the spot where she had been, only to be met by a whistling arrow from many feet away, crunching into it's skull, felling it. As Siella watched, the beast's body faded into wisps of shadow, before melting away entirely.
Before long, she noticed the moving branches that indicated the passage of something, and she readied an arrow in case it was another of the beasts. Fortunately, it was the guard who had been assigned to her home, who was obviously of keen senses despite his failure to catch Siella. She could she his lips forming a scolding for her before he caught sight of the young elf lying on the ground, and quickly knelt by her as Siella stammered out the events of the last minute, suddenly fearful that she could be implicated falsely. The guard listened carefully to her, calming her down, and directed him to help carry her back to the village, a task Siella was all too glad to help with, wondering at the chance that had led her on this path tonight, and whether she could have been the next target of the fell being.

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Dormant
Name: Soran Haelthor

 

Class: Oracle, Ancestor, Dual Cursed. Tongues (Celestial) and Deaf.
Type: Rolled, contestant if allowed.
Race: Human
Character concept:

 

Character personality:

 

He finds himself compelled to seek out evil and vanquish it, and will happily work with anybody for this purpose. He is likely to oppose any evil party members if he isn't working for the greater good, such as merely guarding something. Other than evil, he tends to treat everyone as fairly as he can, up to and including things assumed to evil by race. He dislikes casual law-breaking, but will gladly break laws of oppression to fight it. Overall, he falls into Lawful Good. He smiles and laughs often as he speaks, and few have ever heard his voice boom out in anger, but those who have know it's strength.

Character description:

 

Soran is a tall, blond human with oddly green eyes and a smile that seldom fails to provoke one in response. His body is unassuming, with suprisingly wide shoulders, but his scar-patterned skin complements his smile in a way few can define well.

Character Background:

 

This incorporates parts of the above as well as expanding on the overall character.
Part 1: Background Elements
1) He finds himself as a crusader against evil, mixing spells with blows to turn the tides.
2) His recent ability to summon his ancestral weapons came from a confrontation with a demon minion that nearly destroyed a small town.
3) As part of that confrontation several of his companions died, and he feels partly responsible.
4) He was born in the Port City, but his parents moved to Tannerwood soon after, so many know his family in both places.
5) His family name was gifted to his great-grandfather after helping the dwarves in a vicious battle with the orcs, when the dwarves were still involved in the realm.
6) He served a brief stint in the city guard by his father's encouragement, but the captain gave him an honorable discharge when he learned of Soran's deafness.


Part 2: Goals:
1)Soran is trying to find a power strong enough to remove his afflictions, and will travel out of his way to find such things, but will still not stoop to using evil powers even if they promise such things.

Part Three: Secrets

Part Four: People

2) Goloth Furan is a dark priest of destruction, and it was his summoned minion that Soran destroyed. Goloth is still out there, and is somewhat aware of Soran's role in its slaying.
3) Sienna Ylara was a partner of Soran's for some time in late adolescence, and the two parted on good terms, although some affection lingers in both. Despite this, neither of them is under any special romantic compulsion to find the other, but the two may find themselves drawn to each other if the world puts them together.

Part Five: Memories and Mannerisms
1) Soran normally looks at lips or bodies while people are speaking, often causing those used to direct eye contact some discomfort, at least until they learn of his affliction, which he is not always quick to reveal.
2) Soran remembers the first time his armor came to him, when a jealous suitor of Sienna's attempted to ambush him in an alleyway, he felt pure energy flooding through him and a field of force deflected the attack, giving Soran enough time to break for the safety of a well-lit street. Since then, he has learned how to call it when needed, but he always feels that fresh purity when calling upon it.
3) He looks round very frequently when in a group, trying to make sure he's not missing any conversation.

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And there goes my first failed campaign, Strom is now inactive.

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Dormant
Written for Kingmaker

Name: Erdrath Elderson.
Race: Aasimar
Class: Magister [possibly sorc primary with meta bond]
Alignment: Neutral Good tending towards Lawful. Being originally from a small village, all the laws that Erdrath have known have fitted into his perception of "good", of helping people and not restricting them for little or no reason. Coming into the wider world, he has started to question his adherence to the idea of laws, having seen one or two examples of "evil" laws, but still has the instinct to follow law.
Background:

 

Erdrath was born to the elder of his village, an accomplished sorcerer. As he grew older, his father noticed his force of personality and strength of will, and thought that the bloodline had bred true, so began instructing him in the refinement of the sorcerer's art. While the young Erdrath seemed to learn his lessons, there was always a peculiarity to his spellcasting, and he always had to work harder than his father though he would. One day his father noticed to his amazement Erdrath healing the wounds of a family hound that had run afoul of a boar in the forest, and realised that his son's magic, while innate, came through stranger conduits than even he could comprehend, and sent him to the Magisterium at Port Ice to be taught where his power came from and how to use it. At the Magisterium, his instructors explained to him that if he was to use his own magic, born of his father's blood and his celestial heritage, he would, with the correct study, be able to learn any spell in existence. But they also cautioned him that due to the focus involved, he would never approach the variety of spells that a wizard could master, but that by searching for different applications of the same magic he could still become a great mage. So Erdrath set to work, learning how to adjust his spells on the fly, and he finally felt like he was learning his magic.
The Magisterium of Port Ice was hugely well connected, and relied on many favours to allow it's strange mix of teachings to exist, as many in church hierarchies disapproved of the arcane being allowed to mix with their powers, and some universities of wizardry similarly looked down their noses at the Magisterium and would often refuse to supply it or it's students. So when the Lord Mayor of Restov asked them to send a student to explore and tame the Stolen Lands, they obliged. While they were loath to send a truly powerful magister to aid a relatively small town, a novice student was deemed to be enough of a gesture to earn themselves some goodwill, and they sent Erdrath, who had impressed with his personality and level-headedness, to be part of the mission.

RP:

 

Erdrath knocked on the door of the Senior Magister, wondering what had been the cause of the whispering scroll calling him here. He stood tall in front of the door, his head bowed slightly to avoid meeting the Magister's eyes when he opened the door, and his arms crossed to show a metaphorical inability to cast. Even though for many at the school, both gestures were meaningless, the tradition still held.
The door finally opened to allow Erdrath into the room.
"Come in Erdrath, you may look."
The quickness of the customary release of formality surprised Erdrath as he walked in, and the Magister motioned him to a seat opposite the obsidian desk, but he kept a respectful silence, his head bowed slightly to not meet his elder's eyes.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I interrupted your studies to bring you in here." The Magister paused for a moment, but carried on before Erdrath could respond "You've impressed many of us here. You have a talent for our magic, and it shows. We've received a request for an envoy from our school to help the Mayor of Restov with an expedition. I've been told that you've mastered some small healing magic, and as a gesture of goodwill, I would like you to go along." The suprise in Erdrath's eyes must have been evident, because the Magister responded to his unspoken questions.
"Normally we wouldn't send such a junior associate as yourself, but our instructors feel that you have mastered the basics of our art superbly. Yes, even Rosen, much as he'd love to hex me for telling you." The twinkle in the Magister's eye was too hard for Erdrath to resist cracking a surprised smile, despite protocol, at which the Magister laughed.
"Yes, you've done quite well. He is a hard taskmaster, but he teaches well. [here he winked at Erdrath] Back to the subject at hand, I need you to head out and join the expedition. Sadly, the school can only find a few worldly goods to assist you, but I'm sure the expedition will be able to provide you with more supplies if you need them. Now, do you have any questions?"
Erdrath struggled to get his words out, overcome with suprise.
"Thank you for the praise Magister, but... why am I being sent, as just a beginning student? Surely a more experienced magister would be far more valuable?"
"Yes, you have a point. Sadly, for one reason or another, we don't have anyone senior to send. You're the best out of your class, especially in your understanding, so the practical experience will teach you at least as well as our school can do now." Erdrath understood that there was more behind the Magister's words, but let it fall, reasoning that if the Magister had reasons to not send a journeyman, they had to be good reasons. Or, at least, reasons that suited the Magisterium.
"When am I leaving then, since it seems so ordained?"
"Today, if of course you accept. There is always choice, especially for the Magisterium."
"I will do what you wish, Magister" The Magister smiled in response, looking shrewdly at Erdrath
"Good, I think you'll find it quite enjoyable. I should warn you though, that everyone may have their own reasons for being on such an expedition. Yours, is simply to do what you can, for yourself, and for the Magisterium."
"Thank you for the warning Magister. I would like to leave as soon as possible, may I take my leave?"
"You may, Erdrath. And... Good luck." Erdrath had to hurriedly choke back a suprised gasp at such informality, and the warmth of the smile from someone he had always seen as aloof, and stammered out his thanks before leaving, closing the door as his mind raced ahead to the fens of Brevoy.

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Character concept 6
Written for an Earth-setting that had a paranormal investigative agency.

Name: *Unknown*
Known as: Professor Chaos, or alternately, mostly by paranormal casters, "What the *expletive* just happened"
Race: Tiefling
Rakshasa-spawn Heritage (+2 Cha, +2 Dex, -2 Wis)(Disguise and Sense Motive +2)
See in Darkness alternate trait (replaces SLA)
Prehensile Tail alternate trait (replaces sorcery)
Scaled Skin alternate trait (replaces normal resistances)
Racial Trait: Arms Master
Other Trait: Quick Learner (if our wonderful DM allows the two things to stack?)
Class: Spellscar Oracle, Spellscarred curse (homebrewed in collab with DM)

 

Spellscar Aura:
Through a trick of the gods or a warp of reality, the Oracle manifests a field that can interfere with any and all magic surrounding them. Luckily most magic is unaffected, but the effects can be impressive when it does interfere.

Any spells cast by or targeting the Oracle holds a chance of warping into something different. Any time the Oracle cast a spell or is the target of a spell (by friend or foe), there is a 10% chance that instead either the spells target is instead affected as if a Rod of Wonder had been activated.

At 5th level, the Oracle gains the ability to suppress this curse a number of times per day equal to his Charisma modifier.

At 10th level, the Oracle may purposely activate the aura a number of times per day equal to his Charisma modifier. This is an immediate action and must be done as the spell is being cast.

At 15th level, the Oracle may suppress the aura against spells that target him at will. These suppressions do not count against his per day limit to suppress the aura. He may also reroll on the Rod of Wonder table for any spell he cast that is affected by the aura.

Possible statset:10,12,10,14,8,18

 

Prof is at home in the middle of everything going wrong, and loves causing mayhem. Luckily for those around him, he normally knows when to keep a lower profile, especially with his unusual physique. He's also wary of hurting innocents with collateral damage, as he feels that doing so could put him on the path towards those he resembles, which he has fought against. Team members aren't always included in this if they're standing in the wrong place...
He's normally been deployed when the situation is bad enough that his brand of mayhem is no longer the most obvious, which hasn't been often, but he's been in some tough places. He carries an odd assortment of weapons normally, often borrowing whatever he can, and sometimes it makes it back in one piece. This has given him a rather sarcastic and world-weary to the point of surly personality, but most who work with him quickly realise he's as loyal as a dog to the mission.

 

Prof was picked up by the CIA after the destruction of the rift that resulted in the Tungska event, and was reportedly [the only files relating to him are "lost"] picked up standing in the middle of the blast area, butt-naked in freezing snow, lying back idly with a goose on his arm, baby-talking to it. He denies this with some Admonishing Ray anyone?very forceful spellcasting if asked. Luckily for him, this bemused the investigators long enough to actually talk to him, instead of the common "shoot outsiders on sight" policy at the time. He doesn't have much memory of where he actually came from, but he has a preternatural knack for weapons, being able to use anything he picks up after only a couple of swings, so there is a theory that he was originally in the service of an army bent on the invasion of earth, and that the blast removed his conditioning. His personal theory as to his origin is unknown.

 

How Prof really came to Earth.
Prof was born in one of the Hell-associated demiplanes that exist for those who serve Hell but can't live there. He never seemed as vicious or strong as the rest of his clutch, but he made up for it with raw force of personality, often browbeating others into doing his dirty work. Of course, such promising behaviour was quickly seized upon by the military of his plane, and after his early schooling, he was recruited into their academies, to learn how to use every trick of his anatomy to balance weapons, and to quickly adapt to new situations and new weapons. As well as their physical training, they were taught about the brutalities of the denizens of Earth, and how bringing them oblivion or slavery was really an improvement, and how the blasted landscapes of Earth made the volcanic plains of the academies seem fresh and lush. Without any other information, they all believed it, turning into perfect leaders for their warbands.
One day, a rift opened, without any intention, and Prof, or Captain Asmodan as he was then known (and he still remembers) and his squad were out on patrol near it, and were quickly sent to investigate. However, unstable as such rifts are, soon after the squad entered, the rift destabilised, causing what became known as the Tungska incident. As far as he knows, Asmodan is the only survivor from his squad...
Finding himself in a blasted landscape, Prof looked round him, marvelling at what he saw even in destruction. To his eyes, accustomed to the dank smoke of home, there couldn't have been a more beatiful sight, nor any more removed from what he had expected, and when a goose, stunned from the explosion, flapped clumsily down to him, he couldn't help but try to charm it near, entranced by the beauty of it. He still feels this way about most of Earth, although he does well at hiding it, especially in the cities, which have some quality of his home, and hence resolved to defend it, and it's inhabitants, in whatever way needs doing

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DM allowed a feat called Grasping Tail to also retrieve weapons as a move action.
Overall notes: This character is not inspired by Hellboy, or using him as guidance at all. The teeniest bit. Honestly. Whatever gives you that idea in the slightest.