Character Index

Box-in-Bloom
(Pl / ‘female’ rogue modron / Druid 1 / LN)

It’s usually pretty hard to tell one quadrone from any other. Let’s face it, they all pretty much look alike. A metallic cube three feet to each side, with two mechanical arms, two mechanical legs, occasionally a pair of wings, and a face only Primus could love. But Box-in-Bloom’s pretty easy to distinguish from other quadrones on account of her verdant "toupee"; a three-by-three sod of lush green grass (a square yard, you might say) that flourishes on her head. Not just grass either, but herbs and flowers and occasionally even a patch of blueberries. The sod isn't just sitting there, it's well-rooted. Vines and shoots of varying thickness wind their ways in, through and out of her body, twisting and wrapping around her appendages. Tufts of grass and moss decorate her sides, and all over, various flowers, buds and berries grow.

As Box-in-Bloom recalls it, she awoke from a dream of endless marching to find herself completely buried in rich, dark soil, trapped with only the top of her head exposed. Unable to move, she found herself at the mercy of time and nature. She remembers the slow but inevitable encroachment of grass and roots into her body. She supposes that she’d been buried thus for a very long time, and hypothesizes that the penetration of roots and vines into her inner workings somehow severed her connection with the Source, causing her “awakening.” Awake as she was, she was trapped, until a landslide finally freed her. Others might have been driven to insanity by the ordeal, but what is time to a tree, or to a modron?

Box-in-Bloom's mental capacity is mostly unimpaired... mostly... by the overgrowth, and she does make good use of the herbs and flowers for potions and poultices. Her outlook has certainly been affected. Once a loyal and unquestioning modron, Box-in-Bloom now searches for the meaning of life as a druid, studying the flora and fauna of the planes of existence and trying to come to grips with nature’s balancing act of good and evil, order and chaos.

Every druid’s got to have an animal companion of some sort, and Box-in-Bloom’s no different. A colourful, sizzling, popping, fluttering collection of Spire butterflies follows in her wake, drifting along on the scents of fruits, flowers and soil. She rescued this small flutter of the magical creatures from starvation several years back, and they’ve been with her ever since.

Between adventures, Box-in-Bloom makes a home for herself in a small apartment in Sigil's Lower Ward.

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Box–in–Bloom: "Female" modron outcast druid 1; Medium outsider; HD 1d8; hp 9; Init +1; Spd 30 ft.; AC 17 (+1 dex, +4 natural, +2 armor), touch 11, flat-footed 10; Base Atk +0; Grp +2; Full Atk +3 melee (spear 1d8+2); SA none; SQ druid abilities, darkvision 120 ft., modron outcast traits; AL LN; SV Fort +3, Ref +1, Will +5; Str 14 (+2), Dex 12 (+1), Con 12 (+1), Int 14 (+2), Wis 16 (+3), Cha 10 (+0).
Skills and Feats: Concentration +5, Handle animal +4, Heal +7, Knowledge (nature) +4, Listen +5, Profession (guide) +5, Spot +5, Survival +7; Extend Spell, Track. Box-in-Bloom speaks Modron, Planar Trade, Sylvan, and Druidic.
Druid Abilities: animal companion, nature sense, wild empathy, spell use (spells/day: 3,2)
Modron Outcast Traits (Ex): immune to mind-influencing effects, immune to subdual damage or critical hits, acid, cold, and fire resistance 10, +4 natural armor bonus.
Equipment Carried: 550 gp, modron leather armor, MW spear, silver dagger, cold iron dagger, sling and stones, modron storage container, healer’s kit, wand of cure light wounds (50), 2 pt. of invisibility, 1 pt. of sanctuary, 1 pt. of spider climb.

Spire Butterflies (30): Tiny magical beast (lesser swarm); HD 1d10; hp 8 (pooled); Init +2; Spd fly 30 ft. (good); AC 14 (+2 size, +2 Dex); Base Atk/Grp -/-; Atk/Full Atk Swarm (1d4); SA Swarm attack, SQ Drain magic, Lesser swarm traits, SR 15; AL N; SV Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2; Str 1, Dex 15, Con 10, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 12.
Skills and Feats: Listen +6, Spot +6, Move Silently +6; Alertness.
Swarm Attack: Creatures with the swarm subtype don't make standard melee attacks. Instead, they deal automatic damage to any creature whose space they occupy at the end of their move, with no attack roll needed. Swarm attacks are not subject to a miss chance for concealment or cover.
Drain Magic (Su): Spire butterflies feed on magic; drawing sustenance from magic items and spell effects. Small swarms of 50 or fewer butterflies consume magic at a rate of up to one spell level per hour, though much less than this is actually required for survival. Excess magic is burned off as butterfly wings crackle, glow, screech, and shine with the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and sensations of various spells. Full swarms, numbering in the hundreds or thousands, drain magic much more quickly and have been known to discharge stored magical energy in self-defence.
Lesser Swarm Traits: As swarm, excluding Distraction.

name: Nova.
age : ??
gender : male
race: human [?]
class: fighter 5, monk 5
align: cn
height: 6' 1"
weight: 159
eyecolor: none
build: trim and strong
skin: average to pale. a slight pearlescent glow in natural sunlight

overall appearance: short black shaggy hair. he walks with an air of confidence and inner strength. Nova's face is somewhat of an enigma; there are no eyes, no sockets for eyes, nor a mouth. He hides this as often as he can to avoid unnecessary questions. Aside from his strange facial features, Nova exudes an air of youth.

Nova has many faces around the planes. When seen on the astral, he appears as an ascetic. hefty utilitarian pants and monks shoes, a headband cloth rolled up and tied over his eyes and one rolled up and tied over his mouth, bracers, a sword or two strapped to his back, and a small knapsack.

While in sigil, he appears in dark green leather pants, with a navy blue leather jacket and a black shirt. Many belts tie a few swords and other items to his waist, back, and thighs. He is seen with a bulky backpack and a brown and silver pair of goggles that are always covering his eyes, as well as a black bandana that constantly covers his mouth and nose (helpful in that putrid Hive Ward air, ick!).

Nova is a pretty easy going guy, but when faced with danger, he is ruthless and cunning, never without an exit. He is very charitible to those that are truly in need and has a soft spot for children and the mentally ill. For nova himself has a lot going on inside his head at all times. He's got a couple of wild psionic talents, one in particular that helps him to speak with creatures of intelligence, and when those fail, a special item was created as a gift to him to help put his thoughts into audible words.

Swords, especially longswords, are the single most exciting things in the universe to him. He often undertakes missions concerning weaponry to be simply hold a new blade, if only for mere moments. He is also a master story teller, and enjoys spinning tales to children.

Faction: ties to the Bleakers, the Anarchs, the Transcendant Order, and the Dustmen.

Rumors: Rumors circulate from time to time that nova is not a human. Without a mouth to eat or drink, how does one survive? Without eyes to see, how does one move as swiftly as he does? Another rumor is that Nova is not one person, but many as he's seemingly in many places at once. He's often unaware that he's been to some of the places previously travelled. (Though the dark of it is simply that the man has a very plagued mind. His Memory loss is a defense mechanism of his own will to ensure the safety of himself and others.)

There is one man said to know the truth of it all, the entire history of the man that calls himself Nova, and that person is Nova himself.

Alexander
Muzzy

Race: Human (Prime)
Gender: male
Class: Expert 2, Rogue 1
Alignment: NG
Age: 17
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 260 lbs
Appearance: White skin, Blue eyes, Blond/Brown hair, burly, slightly overweight build. Alexander has a bushy, somewhat curly beard, which he selectivly shaves to create the impression of a gotee and chops that connect. Without his beard, he has been described as a "baby face". When cold, his skin becomes splotchy white/purple.
Clothes: Baggy jeans, well worn preferably, black t-shirt or tank top under a red or black button down shirt (unbottoned), sunglasses, black bandana, steel toed work boots.
Tatoos: An oroburos around each wrist.
Special effects: Since coming to Sigil, Alexander has developed the ability to generate an effect similar to a Rebus, save that he is only capable of generating mathmatical fomulas, proofs, graphs, concepts and definitions, which appear about six inches above his eye level and about 6 inches away. These formulas, proofs and definitions appear encapsulated in transparent, pale green panes, and he can move and manipulate them as needed. After they have appeared, he is capable of moving them to any location within 10 ft. of himself.

History: A normal, if rather intelligent, teenager, Alexander grew up on the isolated Prime world of Earth. Through grades 7-11, he developed a reputation as a highly intelligent individual, to the point where in some classes his opinion was held as fact. He gained the nickname Muzzy early on in his Highschool career, although noone is quite sure how, least of all him. His greatest apptitude was for math and computer science.
He is unsure of how he ended up in Sigil. One moment he was simply wandering in the forest near his home, the next he was standing in the Great Baazar. Luckily, his entrance and subsiquent confusion was noted by another former clueless from Earth, who helped him get accustomed to his new surroundings.
With the developement of his ability to generate mathmatic Rebuses and his aptitude for math, he has gained fairly steady employment as a teacher of basic maths and sciences. He supliments his income from this venue by selling his experiences of Earth and technology in particular to the Sensorium. Alexander spends most of his time at the Great Gymnasium or the Civic Festhall. Although he would be best described as an indep, he finds the philosophies of the ciphers and the sensates to be appealing, and is naturally inclined to the Guvners.

Fringe Fartale

Age- 25
Gender- Male
Race- Tiefling-werewolf (home plane Baator)
Height- 5’9” – 6’3”
Weight- 145 lbs – 173 lbs
Build- Wiry, very very lithe
Skin Cage ashen (you know all that soot gets to a berks skin!) with symmetrical blue body marks
Hair/Fur Color- Blue and quite spiky
Eye Color- Green, or if you’re a Sensate it’s green grass beginning to bow to autumn
Clothing- Loose long shirt with a brown vest adorned with tassles, otherwise the normal adventurer’s outfit
Accessories- Carries a magicked longsword (affectionally called Fang), a magical rapier (named Razor Claw), a Ring of Complete Transformation (let’s his equipment change as he shifts form as well), and a Ring of Feather fall. A bag of holding keeps all of his more....roguish equipment (such as thief tools, small gadgets, climbing gear, crowbar, wind up toy with bells, etc.)
Special Effects- Lycanthropic abilities (turn into wolf and hybrid form), flight (wings available in humanoid and hybrid form, not wolf) create darkness, resistance to fire and cold (no electric resistance), hair spines grow at 10/day, can use Protection from Good 1/day (which doesn’t help him much really, since that means he’s stuck in one place!), holy weapons can do extra damage, scent ability, rogue abilities.

-Brief known history for the common basher-

Do some digging around the Cage and a peery cutter might learn of a knight-of-the-crosstrade who goes by the name Fringe Fartale. A tiefling that grew up in the City of Doors that, despite having a damn conscience unlike many of his kind, always wound up trying to break this lock and that, make little gadgets that made a mess, and even turned to burglary a few times. This all in all was a way for the tiefling to delve into his need to break barriers and cages of a sort he didn’t knew was in himself until he found himself running away from a gang of minotaurs who didn’t take too kindly to him robbing their place. The first portal he hit was one that went straight to the Beastlands, and there, rather unintentionally, found out that a part of him was not just quite not-human, but lycanthropic as well!

The Beastlands effect upon him was bringing the beast out of Fringe, for he had never even seen a full-moon and thus never changed before, but now-a-days he’s not only capable of shape shifting, but he’s quite a capable rogue and fighter as he’s been planewalking for a bit on a self-imposed mission to free others from cages. One meaning or another. Usually involving either breaking people out of jail, slavery, mix of both, or even just sitting down and informing Primes about the planes.

But if there’s one thing he can’t quite do, it’s convince many a paladin that he’s NOT evil. So he’s pretty edgy around the holier-than-thou types. Doesn’t help that he’s got devil blood and lycanthropic blood running through his veins either.

Currently though, Fringe is advertising himself as a sell sword in Sigil’s Great Bazaar, where he’s either catching up with some old pals from before the Faction War, or picking up on the dark on current slave rings to liberate later, or other lycanthropes and tieflings in the area as well. Though for some reason, he’s been staying well out of sight from Yuan-ti, Vrocks, and certain bodies few are privy to.

Male Tiefling-werewolf

Tiefling-Werewolf: Male tiefling rogue 4, fighter 1; (LvA +3); ECL 10

Size: Medium

Hit Dice: (4d6 + 1d10 + 2d8 + 10 ( 65 hit points))

Initiative: +5/ +7

Speed: 30ft (fly 30 ft average)

AC: 21 (+5 dex, +2 natural armor, +2 deflection bonus, +2 armor bonus), 19 (+7 dex, + 2 natural armor), touch 15/17, flat-footed 18/12

Base Attack Bonus: +5

Grapple Bonus: +9/ +10

Attack: Bite +11 (Damage1d6+3), Claw +10 (damage 1d4+3), Long sword +2, +9 (damage 1d8+4), Rapier +1, +8 (damage 1d6+3)

Full Attack: Long sword +2, Rapier +1, +9/+8/+4/+3 (damage 1d8+4, 1d6+3, 1d8+4, 1d6+3)

Special Attack: Trip (animal form only) (ex), Darkness 1/day (sp), Bane 3/day (sp)

Special Qualities: Damage Reduction 10/silver (hybrid/animal form only), Low-light vision (ex); 60ft Dark-vision (ex); Alternate form (su); Resistance to Fire 5, Cold 5; cast Protection from Good 1/day (sp); Weakness against Good aligned weapons

Saves: Fort +7/ +10, Ref +13/ +15, Will +6

Alignment: Neutral (Chaotic) Good

Abilities: Strength 14 (+2)/16 (+3), Dexterity 20 (+5)/24 (+7), Constitution 12 (+1)/16 (+3), Intelligence 18 (+4), Wisdom 15 (+2), Charisma 14 (+2)

(Note: numbers after / indicate hybrid/ animal form changes)

Skills and Feats: Balance +9, Bluff + 8, Chaos Shaping +6, Climb +10, Craft (Rogue Device) +8, Diplomacy +8, Disable Device +10, Gather Info +7, Hide +15, Intimidate +5, Jump +8, Knowledge (City) +10, (Planes) +10, Listen +12, Move Silently +11, Open Lock +9, Portal Feel +5, Search +6, Sense Motive +3, Spot +8, Survival (Urban) +4 (Wilderness) +4, Tumble +10, Use Rope +4; Two-Weapon Fighting, Improved Two-Weapon Fighting, Quick Draw, Improved Quick Draw, Fiendish Bloodline (Races of Faerun), Outsider Wings (Races of Faerun), Track, Weapon Focus (bite), Iron Will

Rogue Abilities: Sneak Attack +1d6, Trap finding, Evasion, Trap sense +1, Uncanny Dodge

Tiefling Werewolf Traits: Planar Subtype; Scent (ex) any form; Low-light vision (ex); 60ft Dark-vision (ex); Lycanthropic Empathy (ex); Curse of Lycanthropy (su); Natural armor +2 in any form (ex); Alternate form (su); Damage Reduction 10/silver (hybrid/animal form only); Natural Weapons (hybrid/ animal form only) as wolf; Hair Spines (1d4 damage, 30ft range, 10/day-substitutes Electric Resistance 5); Darkness as spell 1/day; Resistance to Fire 5, Cold 5; 50 percent chance weapons or attacks of Good Alignment deal additional 1d4 damage (Planewalkers Handbook 2e); see portal outline on Spot DC 18 or Search DC 10

Anaska
NE - Unaligned
Level 1
Female Elf(?)Fighter
A sturdy if somewhat short woman in an unassuming if slightly unkempt dress that comes down to her knees, slit on either side for running. Over it she wears a simple bodice with mettle rings, and leather shoulder guards as a light form of protection. Her brown hair is bound in a loose braid that falls down her back. Her eyes are a sparkling green and if she were to clean herself up and dress better she might come to look very pretty, however something in her manner suggests that that will never happen.
Personally, she's in it for the money, the goods, her curiosity or just to bash some berk's skull in. While she does have a good streak in her, it is very hard to find. After growing up in the hive Anaska has little faith or patience for things not of the present time and place.

[Note on Race] Anaska seems to be either an elf of some mixture of elf and something else; being from the hive no one was really interested in that anyway. For racial ability bonuses she receives a +2 to wisdom and intelligence, and a -2 to strength and constitution. Outwardly she seems to be an offspring of some prime elf, but then again no one has really tested it.

Level 1 - Elf(?)
Ftr: 1 (d10)

Str: 10 +0
Dex: 16 +3
Con: 9 -1
Wis: 16 +3
Int: 16 +3
Cha: 13 +1

Fort: -1 + 2 + _ = 1
Refl: 3 + 0 + _ = 3
Will: 3 + 0 + _ = 3

HP: 9

AC: 16 (3 Dex, 3 Armor)
BAB: +1 (+1 melee, +4 ranged)

Skills
Climb (str) 4 + 0 = 4
Jump (str) 4 + 0 = 4
Know(Sigil) (int) 2(4) + 3 = 5
Swim (str) 4 + 0 = 4

Feats
Ftr: Dodge
1st: Amoral

Name: Riliarc the Seven-Helled
Age: Thirty or forty. He claims it doesn't matter, so he doesn't keep close track of it.
Gender: Male
Race: Tiefling ('loth-descended)
Height: 5'2"
Weight: About 120 pounds
Build: Thin and wiry. He seems strangely resilient for his build, though.
Skin (hair, feather, scale, or skin): Ashen, and it usually seems like small motes of darkness fall away from him when he moves. His hair seems an equal mix of black and green.
Eye Colour: Grey with red flecks. When he's angry the red will expand into veins running through the grey.
Clothing: From the waist down he's wrapped in appropriately gothic black leather. His shirt is of deep red crushed velvet, and his ensemble is augmented by a pair of cloaks - the top one seeming to be woven of shadow, and occasionally flaring out into dire wings. He has a bloodstone amulet hanging from a short chain around his neck.
Equipment: Riliarc possesses a few items that enhance his natural abilities, but these are likely of only marginal note. What would be relevant are his boots, which allow him to teleport; his mythril-forged chain, which makes him immune to critical hits and grants spell resistance; and a small stone that floats around him wickedly, suppressing his need to eat.

Riliarc the Seven-Helled is extremely gothic, embracing both his dark origins and the strange innate power that runs through him. He had been a member of the Doomguard, happy to help the multiverse towards its own inevitable destruction. Since the Faction War he's fallen in with the Planewalker's Guild, although he still at least marginally follows the tenets of his old faction. His expertise usually gets him sent on missions to retrieve dangerous items (or retrieve them from dangerous places).

Name: steve the skeleton
Race:undead(githzarai)
Class:fighter
Age: unkown
Gender:male
Height:5' 11''
Weight:40
speed:30 ft
intiative:+5
base attack/grapple:+1/+2
Saves:Fort.-,Ref.:+2,Will.:+3
A.C.:16=10+4+2
Flat footed:12
Touch:14
Build: appears to be a humanoid skeleton(never really seen)with bright blue points of light where his eyes should be
Clothing: monk's outfit and a gaudy looking green mask depicting a githzerai
Abilities: str.:13,Dex.:13,Con.:-,Int.:12,wis.:11,Cha.:5
Skills:spot+2,move silently+3,concentration+1,profession(trapmaking)+3,disable device+3
Feats/special abilities:Weapon finesse(longsword,shortbow),Cleave,Dodge
Dmg. reduction 5/bldg.,undead traits,psionics,cold resistance,darkvision 60 FT.,intertial amr.,spell resistance 8 dead site(see 2 minutes into the future ramdomly)
Psionics:3/day:Daze(D.C.9),feather fall,shatter(D.C.11)
Eqiupment: +1 frost longsword,+1 composite shortbow of lighting

Charteristics:a plain looking humanoid skeleton that gets angry when called human, he was killed at his mother in laws transedence party the result simply makes him think he just transended and is still alive also he says happy transedance when revived. he has set out to find somebody that can make him "gain weight"for free an almost impossble task but he dosen't relize this and will rant for hours about how things were in the good ol days before his"transendance" and somehow manages to mention how much of a pain his family was. He also is prone to random burts of paranoia,muttering and,yelling about how annoying fey can be.he was created by a necromancer that had had a very liqiud meal. apparently saying the wrong words can result in a pseudo revival.

Berk
Class: Psion L6 Elocater L2
Race: Modron Outcast
Height: 6'0" Weight: 500
Alignment: NN
STR:12 Speed:30
DEX:16 HP:54
CON:16 AC 29
INT:22
WIS:12 Intitiative: +3
CHR:12

Fort:6
ref:9 BAB: +4
will:9 Grapple:+5

Attack: +1 holy greatsword Attack bonus +8, damage: 2d6+2, Crit: 19-20/x2

Attack: Masterworked Longbow Attack bonus +8, damage: 1d8+3, Crit: x3
Range: 100 Ammo:20

Skills: Appraise 6, Autohypnosis 3, Balance 3, Bluff 6, Climb 1, Concentration 12, Diplomacy 10, Disable Device 11, Disguise 1, Escape Artist 3, Forgery 6, Gather Information 5, Heal 1, Hide 13, Intimidate 3, Jump 0, Knowledge Psionics 11, Knowledge Planes 11, Listen 1, Move Silently 11, Open Lock 13, Psicraft 14, Search 10, Sense motive 10, Sleight of Hand 5, Spot 8, Survival 1, Use psionic Device 1, Use Rope 3

Armor
Mithral Modron Armor type:light, AC+6, Max Dex +4, Check penalty 1, Speed 30, weight 33

Masterworked buckler AC +1, Check penalty 0

Special abilities: Darkvision 120, Imunne to mind effecting spells/critical hits/subdual damage, Acid, Cold, and Fire resist 10, Scorn Earth, Sidestep Charge, Opportunistic Strike +2

Feats: Dodge, Mobility, Spring attack, Weapon Finesse- Greatsword, Karach Blade, Power penetration

Items: Bracers of armor +2, Bag of Holding type 2, gloves of Dex + 2, Eye charms (4), Yeverah's Ring of Almost Invisibility (db), Ysgardian Belt, Time's Eyepiece scope, Alchemists fire (5), Holy water (4), Traveler's Ring,
Crowbar, rations (5), hammer, Silk rope, portable ram, magnifying glass, everburning torch, small steel mirror, 10 foot pole (2), signal whistle

Languages: common, modron, celestial, fiendish, draconic, thri-kreen, gith, slaad

Wealth: 8 sp, 253 gp

Power points: 70

Powers:
1st level: distract, mindtrust, Catfall, Astral Construct, bolt
2nd level: inflict pain, energy push, swarm of Crystals, Psionic repair damage
3rd level: body adjustment, energy bolt, touchsight, ectoplasmic coccon
4th level: correspond, death urge

Psicrystal Personality: hero
Hp: 26
AC: 19
Saves: Fort 6, ref 9, will 9
Abilities: str:1 dex:15 con:- int:9 wis:10 cha:10
Special qualities: alertness, improved evasion, personality, self-propulsion, share powers, sighted, telepathic link, deliver touch powers, telepathic speech, contruct traits, hardness 8

Berk's Psicrystal looks like a small topaz gear.

Blackthornes

rouge12
male tiefling
Age:30
height:5'2"
weight:111
HP:107
AC:23- (touch-18,flat footed-23)
Abilities:STR 17,DEX 26,CON 20,INT 13,WIS 15,CHA 16
SAVES: (Fort 9,Ref 16,Will 6), INIT:12, Speed:30, BAB-9/4, grapple-12
ATTACKS: Keen Rapier+2 atk bonus=19/9, Damage= 1d6+2, CRIT= 16-20/x2; mighty composite shortbow+1 atk bonus= 18/8, damage=1d6+3, CRIT=x3; Tiger's claws atk bonus= 11/6, damage=1d6, CRIT=18-20/x2
Skills: Balance-18,Bluff-21, Climb-12, Diplomacy-17,Disable Divice-11,Disguise-13,Escape artist-20, forgery-9,Hide-24,listen-17,move silently-22,open lock-20, search-11,sense motive-12,sleight of hand-22,spellcraft-8,spot-12,survival-9
feats: persistant attacker, weapon finesse(rapier), improved init., Skill focus(diplomacy),Skill focus(bluff) Special abilities:Sneak atk+6d6, evasion and improved evation,Uncanny dodge, Improved Uncanny dodge, Trap sense +4, Trap finding, Darkness 1/day,darkvision 60ft., cold-fire-electricity resistance 5.
Languages:common,fiendish, modron, ignan, planar trade
Plane of origin:material (Toril), Capasity chart, light=86,medium=87-173,heavy=174-260, over head=260,lift off ground=520, push=1040

possesions: Pack,sunrodx4, block+tackle,bedroll,masterwork thieves tools, ink+pen, parchmentx10, fine wine-4 bottles,necklace of adaptation, scroll case w/ drawn maps of sigil and outlands, blue royal outfit, theatrical mask of horror, keen rapier+2, tiger's claws, mighty composite shortbow+1, padded armor+4.
HISTORY:
Blackthornes was found in the woods of the silver marches by the uthgard tribe of the red tiger, and was rased in the camps, when he was old enough, he left to become a rogue and thief, and eventually found his way to amn. His occupation boomed, and he was called the masked thief. He had no real problems, until he got into a brush with the athkutla guards, as he was running into the theatre house with the mask of horror on, he entered one of the closets, and the mask opened a portal to the outlands, were he currently resides.
Appearance: Blackthornes is short, with long black hair and yellow eyes, he has very small white horns atop his head, and is always wearing his old blue outfit.

Ophelia Whispers

Age: 175 years
Gender: Female
Race (human, fiend type, celestial, etc): Elf (moon)
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 100 lb.s
Build: Medium humanoid (thin)
Skin (hair, feather, scale, or skin)
Color(s): Skin:chalk white Hair:white
Eye Color(s): Black
Clothing: Dark Green leather armour
Accessories (catch all): has dark green braids in her hair
Special Effects (if any): Well, she IS a Druid.

Special powers or abilities, etc:

Ophelia Whispers is a Druid, and has all the powers that go along with that. She is very loosely affiliated with the Xaositects. She carries a scimitar with a permanent ironwood spell cast upon it. The scimitar also has one daylight and one seering light spell held within it per day, but must be recharged for one hour during the day.

Background:

When Ophelia was just a youngster (about50 years old) she was attacked by a Death Dog, and it ripped open her larynx. The healers in her camp did all they could to heal her, but to this day she still whispers.

At her birth rite her parents named her Ophelia Whispers. Ophelia after her great grandmother and whispers because that is all she can do (she can scream but to great expense to her voice).

She was always a curious child and that never left her as an adult. When she was about 125 years old (she had been living a normal nomadic Druidic life thus far) she came upon a huge gnarled tree. It had a gaping maw of an opening at the base of it about 6 feet high. She decided to go and take a look through, and as she walked through, unbeknownst to her, she stepped through a portal that led to Sigil.

It was the Xaositects that first brought her into their “Hive” within the Hive Ward of Sigil. She seemed to one of the members, sometimes named Girgerel, to have just experienced the ultimate meaning of chaos through her journey to Sigil. He was fascinated by her and her odd ways. He kept her under his care until she knew the city well enough to fend on her own. So, she became a guide for those clueless in Sigil. For the outsiders that were there for specific purposes. And she was a good guide at that. She knew the city and made many a friend there.

Many people know her there as she has been there for about 50 years now. Guiding people here and there. Never helping the Harmoniums, the Mercykillers, or the Fraternity of Order, because of her strong ties to the Xaositects. They (the Xaositects), still allow her in their “Hive”, but because of the nature of the Xaositects she can never get a hang of the place. It is always changing, structure and people. Her good friend Girgerel is now in his 70’s. But he always has an open door, or window, or opening of some sort, to his home for her. She visits him often, and knows she has only a little time left with him. After that, she will have to wait and see if she will meet him on the other side.

She has a little house in the Hive Ward of Sigil, near the Xaositects “Hive”. She keeps all of her cumbersome things there and carries only what she needs on a day to day basis.

Name: None given
Age: Appears around 20
Height: 5'7"

Description:
This tiefling seems very childlike in action, if not appearance. She has a glittering in her violet eyes, and a spring in her haphazard step. Her hair is long, a dark black that seems red in the sun. It flows freely, sometimes tangled, sometimes well managed to to point of suspicion. Two straight horns extend from behind her hairline, dark and pointed. She also has a short and stubby tail, only about 6 inches long. All over the left side of her body, from neck to toe, (and stopping at the wrist) are wave-like tattoos done in black ink.

She wears a collar made of many metal rings, extending from chin to collarbone. For a shirt she has a black tank top of sorts, only long enough to cover what her mother told her to. Her skirt is made of old belts, and not very many of them. Her net stockings are held up by garters and she wears a pair of nice looking boots. She wears 3 sets of pipes and a morningstar in one of her belts. Over all of this she has trinkets, shiny paper, assorted rings or bracelets, whistles and sometimes fishhooks.

Even though she dresses a bit strange, there's almost an otherworldly beauty around her. She's always seen with her sister Charolette, who strangely enough, is an elf.

History (summary):
She grew up in the Hive of the Hive with her mother who was somewhere between a tiefling and an Alu-fiend. Her mother was large and instead of arms, had large pincerlike claws. They served her well in her role as bodyguard for the Hive itself. The girl though, was touched in a much more minor way, and grew up to be gorgeous. Her mother called her "Guh" but that was never enough of a name for her.

She learned to play the pipes for her mother, who would always fall asleep with any music. In an unfortunate accident, Her magic manifested in a blaze that burned down her house with her mother inside. She then took up residence with rats and began her life as a Tout. She would only take clients to the Hive Ward and show them all the places that were interesting...to her. Life as a Tout wasn't very good. One day though, She stumbled across someone new to the Hive, someone crying and sad. She played her pipes for this someone new and found her twin Charolette. After cheering Charolette up, She vowed to never leave her side.

For the most part, She lets Charolette give her names now, instead of picking words that she likes.

Ok this is a little long and in some places on the character sheet part, confusing... but Bob has gotten the "nice" copy of this and has approved it. Oh yeah, and she is a cartographer of Sigil and it's many portals :shock: . I know, I know.. it is supposed to be funny haha!

Also the background and the character sheet are ALL OOC knowledge to everyone BUT PB's tiefer...so no cheating with any of it...or..or, I'll get my ruler out, and start cracking knuckles!

Charlotte Sometimes

Description:

Charlotte is sitting at the table with a sharp look to her eye and a
quick wit. Her hair flies wildly around as the door opens. Her hair is
waist-length, auburn, curly, with three small braids running from the
top of her head to the back of her hair, meeting and then falling down
her back to her waist. Her eyes are grey, her skin is fair, and she is
a Planar Elf, about 5'4".

Her dress is such that she could be easily lost in a crowd or a group
of shadows just as easily. She wears leather armor that is mainly dark
blue. There are also black runes on it from every plane known to a
well travelled person of Sigil. From far away it would look like just
some sort of strange camoflauge, but up close you can tell that they are
runes and only a very knowing person would know where each was from.
There seem to still be room on her legs for more runes, but hey, she
can't of travelled all of the multiverse in this one lifetime, right? Her
boots are black with dark blue buckles.

Her features are sharp but womanly. Her eyes at any given time look
either sharp as a hawk's or distant and cloudy. You never know what you
are going to get when you run into her, but tonight it seems as though
the hawk prevailed over the clouds. Her mouth is full and her nose is
very straight, apon which a pair of spectacles sit. Though if you've
known her long enough you would know that she doesn't need them to see.
No one really knows why she wears the spectacles, just that she does.

She is a Xaosetect and lives in the Xaosetect Hive. Most of the
regulars and residents of Sigil know of her affiliation with the Xaosetects,
she really doesn't mind.

Her voice is usually (like tonight) clear and well spoken, though she
sometimes will speak, and you find that what she said didn't make sense
to you then, but it did later.

Character Sheet:

Xaositect

Class: Rogue Level:5 Race: Planar Elf Alignment: C/N
Size: med Age:155yrs Height:5’3” Wt:110#s
Eyes: grey Hair: Auburn Skin: fair Deity: Mask(doesn’t make this known)

STR:16 / DEX19(w/gloves of dex) / CON:16 / INT:18 / WIS:14 / CHA:15

HP:40 AC:18/touch:15/FF:14 Initiative:3 FORT:4 / REF:7 / WILL:3

BAB: +3 / GRAPPLE: +6

ATTACKS AB DAMAGE CRITICAL DESC. TYPE.

Rapier 7 D6+4 18x2 MW+1 P/S

Mace 6 D6+3 20x2 Light B

CrossBow 7 D8 19x2 Light P/80’

*5 Daggers 7 D4 19x2 throwing P/10’

**2 Daggers 6 D4 20x3 punching P/S

* hidden in various parts of her clothing, like boots, etc.
** hidden in her sleeves

SKILLS(Type: total=mod+ranks+misc. mod)
Appraise: 8=4+4 Blance: 4=4+0 Bluff: 12=2+8+2 Climb: 3=3+0

Craft(cartographer): 4=4+0 Decipher Script: 4=4+0

Diplomacy: 6=2+4 Disable Device: 4=4+0 Disguise:4=2+0+2

Escape Artist: 8=4+4 Forgery: 4=4+0 Gather Info: 10=2+8 Hide: 12=4+8

Intimidate: 8=2+4+2 Jump: 3=3+0 Knowledge (local-Sigil): 4=4+0

Listen: 10=2+8 Move Sil.:10=2+8 Open Lock: 7=3+4 Perform(dance):2=2+0

Profession(cartographer): 2=2+0 Search: 12=4+8 Sense Mot.: 10=2+8

Sleight of Hand:4=4+0 Spot: 10=2+8 Swim: 3=3+0

Tumble: 4=4+0 Use Mag. Device: 10=2+8 Use Rope: 8=4+4

GEAR

Armor: Studded (dark blue with different runes all over it that say “chaos”)
+3AC light armor max dex+5

Gloves of DEX: +2AC & to DEX

Ring of Protection: +1AC

FEATS

Persuasive & Dodge

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Sneak attack (3D6) & Evasion & Uncanny dodge

LANGUAGES

Common, Elven, Dwarven, Giant, Goblin, Draconic

Background

She grew up as a planar elf in Sigil. She grew up with a normal mother and father. They weren’t barmy or shady or anything. They owned a goods shop, and she grew up around Planewalkers, coming and going. One day a Planewalker that had come in a few times before took a liking to her. She was about 125 years old at the time. And the Planewalker was about 180 years old and his name was Mikel. He was a planar elf as well. He took a liking to her curiosity, and capriciousness. He was a rogue, and Mikel started to teach her the trade of becoming a rogue.

Her parents didn’t mind because he was taking up her time instead of her hanging out with the Xaositects. Mikel was giving her a goal and her parents were ex-planewalkers themselves, so they let her go on with her training. She studied with him off and on for about 10 years, until she became comfortable and good enough to start going on planar adventures of her own. Over the time she kept secretly hanging out with the Xaositects, and became a good friend to Ianekel, a local Xaositect mage.

When she was about 150 years old, she was back in Sigil again and visiting her old friend Inaekel, who unbeknownst to her had a surprise up his sleeve. He had enchanted a pair of spectacles. He thought, Hey, she’s been around us enough, maybe this will show her our ways with a little more insight. So trusting him she tried them on, and bam! Her vision got blurry, her head hurt and she felt nocuous. She immediately took them off. Breathing hard she looked at Ianekel and slapped him and walked out with him laughing.

She immediately went home to her parents, since she wasn’t, until then, in Sigil enough to get a home there. She sat on her bed breathing hard. Her mother came to her door but Charlotte just sent her away with a lie that she was just feeling sick, when in fact she was feeling more than sick. Her head was spinning. What had Ianelek done to those spectacles? she thought. She lay down and fell asleep.

While she slept she dreamt of nothingness, like the Void. Nothingness so bleak that nothing seemed able to penetrate it. Then came a light, miniscule at first. It slowly became larger and larger. When it was about the size of a copper she could see swirling lights dancing this way and that. Colors interspersed with blackness, and then suddenly color again. The dance of light, lack of light and color was not rhythmical, she noticed as the shape grew larger. And the shape wasn’t a shape she had ever seen before, and it kept changing and changing, from this shape to that shape. Then there were the noises. It almost sounded like someone talking, and then whispering then screaming, all in gibberish. She heard horns and violins and pianos and singing and then…. Silence…. All at the same time. When it became about as large as an elf’s head, she reached out to feel it. It felt like nothing she had ever known before. It was smooth and bumpy and curving and rigidly square with, what was that? She thought. It was right angles and 45 degree angles and suddenly all degree angles, all at the same time. It was furry and soft and hard and prickly as a pine cone from Toril. All these noises and feelings and colors were happening at the same time. She felt she couldn’t handle it anymore, and then suddenly she was caught within it. Within all the colors and sounds and feelings. She felt as if she was going barmy. Then she became the colors and feelings and sounds. She was realizing that there was no sense to make of it, no sense at all. Just as she realized that her thoughts became a part of all of it, and she lost herself into pure chaos. Then out of everywhere and nowhere inspiration hit home and she was again herself, looking at the strange “thing”, for lack of a better word. Then as suddenly as it was there it disappeared. With a resounding “Pop!”

The rest of her dreams were a little more normal. She dreamt of a spinning world where things were not as they seemed. The world was filled with chaos. Every event that had ever taken place in her life, she saw chaos as the progenitor. It was all whirling by too fast.

She awoke in a sweat. She didn’t realize it yet, but her viewpoint from now on was permanently changed.

She got up and took a bath. As she bathed, the water began to swirl, becoming an inferno only to turn into wispy air transforming into a celestial, which morphed into fiend only to descend and kiss her. Followed by screams and faces in the water rising, falling, bubbling only for the noise to rise to a high sharp crescendo with a huge clang and then a haunting silence. Blood trickled down her ears, turning into butterflies and moths that came to the center and begin to melt together into a shimmering orb of light. The orb then started to fluctuate, with water swelling all around it. Nay all of existence was swirling around it all except Charlotte. The Orb started to reassemble portions of various forms from different faces. Eyes, noses, mouths, brows, scars; all of people she knew. The random shapes morph into her face and everything abruptly came to a screeching halt.

Then a low hum vibrated around her. It was the orb singing;

"I once was lost,
But now I am found,
I was blind,
But now I see...."

It screamed the last few words. Literally cracking reality as if it was a pane of glass. The pieces shattered into an endless night and fell, only for her to wake up naked, gasping for breath in her tub.

She then realized that there was no reason for her to take a bath other than she was sweating, and she was sweating from a dream? She realized dreams were inspired, and inspiration came from chaos. So she was taking a bath because chaos had provoked her to.

This though followed her throughout her day. Ad nosium. She was getting sick of how everything was no longer simple, it was all screwed up. Or so I think, she thought.

Over the next week she got used to it, and started to realize that it wasn’t all screwed up. It was starting to make sense in the way that it didn’t make sense. It was all jumbled. She was still pissed at Ianalek, so she wasn’t about to go ask him what he did to her. How could he! she fumed.

That night she came home to her parents and the front door was open. It was nighttime, and after hours. She went worriedly inside. And found to her disbelief that her very own mother was dead, her body bloodied, and ripped from a dagger. And above her mother was her father, sweating and bloodied. He tried at first to deny that he had anything to do with it. That he had just walked in and found her this way, just as Charlotte had. Then he began to sob, and confess, that he knew her mother was plotting against him. That it was either her or him. That he had no choice. She ran and immediately rang to town bell. The Coppers arrived just in time. They took him away for the Guvners to take care of. The Coppers had left after looking over the crime scene, and her mother had been taken away. She cried and cleaned up the room. It was a very sad time for her.

After a few months of mourning, she sold the once prosperous shop. She took that money and bought herself a place in the Hive. Eventually she went back to Ianelek. She was angry, angry from whatever he had done to her and angry that her mother was dead and who knew what was going to happen to her father. She stormed into his room through the window, which was what he was using as a doorway for now. She screamed at him, until she lost her voice. And then she sat down sobbing. He came over and comforted her.

“I heard what happened to your parents,” he said.

“I am not surprised,” she sobbed back.

“Now why do you think all that happened?” he asked.

“Because my dad went barmy,” she replied.

“And why do you think that happened?” he asked.

“I DON’T KNOW!” she hollered back.

He let her cry a little more. Then he very softly said “Exactly”.

She then started to understand. It was chaos that had inspired her father to go mad. There was no other explanation. That was all she could wrap her mind around.

“Chaos,” she whispered.

Ianelek nodded quietly.

“Do you see why I put an impermanent Suggestion spell on the spectacles? The spell was only temporary. The rest was your doing,” he said.

She nodded back, and stopped crying. It was all beginning to make sense now. It all made sense. Everything. From her birth to this moment.

“Can I join the Hive?” she asked.

“Of course, we already have a room ready for you,” he answered.

She moved in and sold her place in the Hive Ward and moved into the Xaositect’s Hive. From then on she knew herself to be a Xaositect. She became more confidant in herself. Not very barmy, at least that is what she thought. She was even able to go on adventures now and again. Though as to what her traveling companions thought of her, who knows?

While in the Hive she was very sad... and she met a tiefer who cheered her up by playing her pipes. She and the tiefer became great friends, and began calling each other "twin" and "sister". Charlotte would give the tiefer a different name everytime she introduced her, and sometimes everytime she spoke with her... but the tiefer seemed to like it, that someone cared enough not just to give her a name, but a different name most everytime they spoke to each other. Charlotte loves her sister very much, and is, in some cases, almost over protective of her. They are all each other has got in the whole world of planes and Sigil and primes... not to mention all the things beyond their knowledge at this time.
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-Ophelia

Name: Rik “Antippir” Deffirra
Race: Human
Class: Wizard/Rogue
Level: 3/2
Alignment: NG
Age: 42
Plane of Origin: Prime Material
Gender: Male
Strength: 13
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 11
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 192 lb.
Faction: Athar
HP: 28
Initiative: +2
Fort: +3
Ref: +6
Will: +2
Base Attack Bonus: +2
Skills:
Concentration: 10
Spellcraft: 11
Sense Motive: 7
Sleight of Hand: 10
Spot: 7
Search: 11
Diplomacy: 8
Move Silently: 10
Tumble: 10
Gather Information: 8
Listen: 0
Feats and Abilities:
Evasion
Sneak Attack 1d6
Trapfinding
Summon Familiar
Scribe Scroll
Practiced Spellcaster
Combat Reflexes
Expert Tactician
Spells:
0th level:
Resistance
Acid Splash
Detect Poison
Detect Magic
Read Magic
Daze
Dancing Lights
Flare
Light
Ray of Frost
Ghost Sound
Disrupt Undead
Touch of Fatigue
Mage Hand
Mending
Message
Open/Close
Arcane Mark
Prestidigitation
1st level:
Charm Person
Jump
Tenser’s Floating Disc
Undetectable Alignment
Alarm
Shield
Mage Armor
Comprehend Languages
Identify
Magic Missile
Expeditious Retreat
Feather Fall
2nd level:
Detect Thoughts
Mirror Image
Invisibility
Rope Trick
Spells per Day:
0th: 4
1st: 3
2nd: 2
Equipment:
Kord (MW Shortsword): this sword was forged by a cleric of Kord on the Prime Material plane, it has since lost all its magical power, but Rik still keeps it and has named it Kord, as a joke about the god of strength.
Shortbow
Quiver with 20 Arrows
Traveler’s outfit
Backpack
2 Waterskins
Spellbook: this old tome was a parting gift from Rik’s mentor, Lucas, a mage from a small town on the Prime Material plane, now gone for more then 20 years. May he rest in peace (and may the gods leave him be).
Bedroll
Torch
4 trail Rations
A pack of Bandages
Dagger
Belt pouch with 87gp, 50sp and 9cp
Spell component pouch
A scroll case with some blank paper inside
50ft. of Hempen Rope
Flint and Steel
Vail of ink
Inkpen
Iron pot
Wand of Magic Missile (9th)
Wand of Cure Light Wounds
Unguent of Timelessness
Quaal’s Feather Token of Swan Boat
Background and Story:
Rik was born in a town called ferreton on the prime material. He was brought up by his two hardworking parents alongside his sister. Rik was trained in the magical arts by an old wizard named Lucas who lived not far away from his home town. After his mentor’s death Rik has started his adventuring career, he wouldn’t call himself an adventurer at the time. Over time Rik became an experienced traveler, going back and forth over the mountains form his home to the neighboring region’s capital. The first time Rik crossed a planar boundary was 4 years after his Lucas’ death, he was 24 at the time and that was the last time he has ever seen his parents or sister. Rik has found a powerful spellcaster’s hideout in the mountains, seeing that the mage was not home Rik decided to take a peek at the scrolls and spellbooks inside. At first he thought he was merely teleported outside of the hideout, but taking a look at the sky revealed the truth. Rik has since set kip in bytopia for almost ten years, until he met a group of adventuring Athar. Rik joined those Athar on their travels through the outer planes (the Outlands, Ysgard, Carceri and Elysium). Rik has learned much about the planes from that group of adventurers and they have also taught him the philosophy of their faction. Rik has now returned to Bytopia after his adventure and continues to live there to this day.
Personality:
Rik is a good willed man, he usually has a joke to tell about almost any situation and will attempt to help anyone in his close vicinity. Although a friendly man, Rik does not usually have close friends nor does he keep the same company for long (from this his nickname Antippir). Rik is an Athar, he despises the gods, but that is not to say he could not be on good terms with a believer (unless he is of an evil deity). The last 5 years of Rik’s life were spent on searching for a way to contact his family on the prime material, but he had no success as of yet. Rik has heard much of a city named sigil, but has never visited the place.
Appearance:
Although pretty old by human standards, Rik seems to have left some of his years back on the prime. He likes to eat, as can be seen on him, and usually plays with a stick between his fingers when idle. Rik never wears any sort of jewelry or bright clothes but the clothes he has he keeps in good condition. Rik does not care to cut his hair or shave too often.

Lothem of Trathia
Age: 48
Gender: male
Race: Prime-Human, Elorian
Height: 5`5”
Weight: 477lbs
Build: heavy (hugely, grotesquely fat)
Skin: an unhealthy black-greyish tinged
Eye Color: slow black
Clothing: Usually only a terribly sweat stained but well kept white toga-like article and sandals under a similiarly sweat stained white set of thick woolen robes, complete with fetishes and fetch objects, trinkets and baubles and other assorted such “junk”
Description: Lothem of Trathia (pronounced: LOT hem) is a terribly fat, grotesqueture of a man with a greying fringe of kinky hair kept cut close to his mostly bald head like a diseased laurel wreath. He perpetually stinks of sour sweat and a certain other bodily something that is indescribable, but more than vaguely offensive. His robes and the toga-like under garment aren’t sweat stained with days of staining, as he is fastidious about their appearance, he is simply able to sweat them ugly in hours irregardless of his efforts otherwise. His teeth are crooked, snaggled in places and uneven, his eyes like two dark pearls in his fat, unhealthily grey skinned, doughy face and he’s perpetually plagued with such serious acne that he appears diseased by it. (If you are familiar with it, think Baron Harkonnen from the original Dune movie, but without the suspensors, in the clothing described and make him African). The assortment of fetishes, fetches, charms and geegaws he wears look like superstious junk-wear.
Powers and/or Abilities: It is rumored that Lothem is able to move like a cat, with grace belying his size, when he wishes, although usually he waddles about with a distinct lack of grace. When wishes, Lothem can be tremendously intimidating. This is unusual though and the “feeling”, besides revulsion, most often associated with Lothem is amusement at the fat old mans bumblings.
History: This first part could only be found after extensive digging into his background-->On one of the many Crystal Spheres of the group of them refered to as the Triat of Triats, on a minor continent, in a minor countries frontier province, a village butcher succumbed to the temptations of vile evil and began preying on young women from the surrounding villages and thorps, then slaughtering them out to destroy the evidence, selling the sausages thus produced far and wide. The man may have been evil, but he was certainly a skilled butcher.

When it came out, the butcher was put to death by the outraged villagers and the mans family was run out of the province, penniless and hectored, including his youngest daughter, who was pregnant and rumored to be carrying a vile bastard.

Certainly, the child she bore three months later was indeed a bastard. As to who his father was...

From here on out, the following might well be information gatherable with some difficulty, but it's, none of it, hidden consciously. ---> Lothem was raised in squalor in the ghettoes of Trathia, the small southern city of the small realm in which his family’s infamy doomed him to perpetual disdain. He was a short boy, but hugely fat from an early age as his mother fed him to the point of obscenity, perhaps in some strange penance, nearly starving herself to afford it. As he grew this compounded the dislike, even deep disgust that people held for his mother and himself. It did not escape the lightning quick, monkey agile mind of the grotesque Lothem. Still, Lothem played it off, acting as though he didn’t understand snide remarks and even outright rudeness and always acting happy, and gentile towards all. But he did show one sign that the wise understood...he ate incessantly.

When Lothem turned ten years old he already outwieghed most of the men in Trathia and by the time he was an adult he was the fatest man in all the southern lands; but even more than for this, he became known for his agile and brilliant mind and his uncanny memory. Some few knew too how strnuosly he trained himself to be supple and agile of body. His many years of training left him uncannily dextrious, especially for so huge a man. Too, Lothem is a powerful man, and while he appears unhealthy, it is not so. He was accepted into, despite his ungainly look, the famed Trathian Monestary, a thing that confused many.

Over the years Lothem undertook other studies, becoming a known and respected (if secretly reviled and dis-trusted) Wizard as well, but his familial infamy followed him and he was accused of dark Necromancy and ultimately he left Trathia rather than face the constant persecutions. His life as an adventurer so began and he gained a further reputation on his home world so.

Little else is known of Lothem’s past, other than that he travelled much, paired with many a stalwart band of champions, but was always, but once, the only survivor of these bands. The one exception was the band that he accompanied to Sigil, staying when they left.

That was a short number of weeks ago and he is still striving to find his feet, as it were, in the City of Doors, but he is already garner notice even in Sigil for his bizzare appearance, not yet for his undeniable brilliance and drive.

Tehv' rin Tu' arnak

Dread Necromancer* 8
male Githyanki
Age:84
height: 6' 2"
weight:144
HP: 58
AC:19- (touch-14,flat footed-16)
Abilities:STR 12,DEX 16,CON 18,INT 12,WIS 10,CHA 20
SAVES: (Fort 6,Ref 5,Will 6), INIT:3, Speed:30, BAB-4, grapple-5
ATTACKS:+1 unholy Battleaxe atk bonus=+6, Damage= 1d8+2, CRIT= x3(+2d6 damage against good aligned characters.)
Skills: Bluff-11, Decipher Script-4, Hide-9, Intimidate-12, Knowledge(arcana)-5, knowledge(religon)-5,
Feats: Bane Magic (humans)*, Willing Deformity*, Mother cyst^
Racial Abilities: Darkvision 60ft., Power resistance: 13, Red dragon pact: +4 racial bonus on diplomacy checks against red dragons
Psionics: psionic daze 3/day, conceling amorpha 3/day, psionic demension door 3/day
Class abilities:* Charnel touch, rebuke undead, lich body DR 4/ Bludgeoning and magic, negative energy burst 2/day, advanced learning x2, Fear aura, Scabrous Touch 1/day, summon familiar, undead mastery, martial weapon proficency(battle axe)
Languages: Githyanki, planar trade, draconic
Plane of origin: Astral

possesions: a backpack, Spell component pouch x10, 10 pieces of parchment, 2 ink vials, an ink pen, 1 stick of chalk, a +1 chain shirt, a +1 Unholy battleaxe, Cloak of Charisma +2, Bracers of Armor +5.

Spells:
A Dead Necromancer uses spells like a sorceror, though he doesn't get to choose his spells known, below is a list of known spells:

1st level: bane, bestow wound*, cause fear, chill touch, detect magic, detect undead, doom, hide from undead, inflict light wounds, ray of enfeeblement, summon undead I*^, undetectable alignment, necrotic awareness^, death grimace$

2nd level: Blindness/Deafness, command undead, darkness, death knell, false life, gentle repose, ghoul touch, inflict moderate wounds, scare, spectral hand, summon swarm, summon undead II *^, Necrotic cyst^, Necrotic Scrying^, Dance of ruin%

3rd level: Crushing despair, halt undead, inflict serious wounds, ray of exhaustion, speak with dead, summon undead III*^, Vampiric touch, necrotic Bloat^

4th level: Animate dead, bestow curse, contagion, deathward, dispell magic, enervation, Evard's Black Tenticles, fear, giant vermin, inflict critical wounds, phantasmal killer, poison, summon undead IV*^, Necrotic Domination^
spells per day: 1st:8, 2nd:7, 3rd:6, 4th:4 (includes bonus spells)

History:
Tehv' rin was born into a family of astral pirates. when they saw his red hair, they shunned him, and threw him into the deep astral. By some strange means of drifting, he ended up through a portal to the prime, in a city dominated by undead called Necrotrot. Here, he lived through various persecutions and the like from the undead in the area. He was taken in by the leader of this city, a necromancer named Borvias Doomblood. While living with Doomblood, he learned the weave and castings of the dread necromancer, through rigorous training setions setup by doomblood himself. At the end of his ascention, Doomblood attacked him, for fear that Tehv' rin would take his seat of power over the city ( which Tehv' rin was truly going to do). Tehv' rin took down his mentor, and then a clone came to life. Tehv' rin helped his mentor ascend to lichood, and then took his leave of Necrotrot. He found his way to the planes to rid himself of the horror infested prime world he came from, and now employs himself as a planewalker and necromantic come-too in sigil.

Appearance:
Though he appears much older than he really is, Tehv'rin is an 84 year old githyanki. The rot from his slow ascention to lichood has maired his gith heritage, and his self mutilation has not helped it either. he now appears a light brown, though his hair is still bright red. some if his flesh seems to be rotting, though most is not visible under his large black robes. The robe is lined with a purple trim, and hides a chain shirt underneath. Also, very unusual for a lich like man, he wields a battleaxe.

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Might as well Place him her. Here is Melvin (he's the one who wrote melvin's oddities.)

Name: Melvin
Gender: Male
Race: Human (living key)
hight: 5'4"
weight: 160lbs
Magic: as a living key spells do not work on Melvin, for good or Ill Melvin is immune to magic. He also cannot cast enchantment spells. other spells are within his ability to cast but since a key cannot be altered by magic alteration magic is beyond him.

special: Melvin was human, when he got mazed he found himself scattered throughout the planes. through this Melvin became attuned to the planes effectively becoming a living key. as a living key melvin CAN die, though his body cannot be destroyed. Melvin also shows up in many places all at once. as each "melvin" travels the planes they become very diverse. where on melvin may speak like a well educated wizard, another may speak like a cutter born and raised. as well every melvin has different spells depending on where they come from
Melvin cannot be harmed by purely phisical means, because he is a key, though he can be suffocated. enchanted items work when he uses then as long as they do not effect "him" personally. for example a ring of water breathing would not work, but a bubble ring would. Every melvin has many enchanted items or just trinkets they have collected, though very few of these trinkits are the same one is. Every Melvin carries a large tome. his journal. Melvin's jurnal is full of information about how to walk the planes and other usefull tidbits. If you ask Melvin may sell you a copy. For a price, a very large price.

Melvin CAN die, its just hard to do. Suffocate him drown him, hithim with a death touch spell, magic missile can harm him, if it gets past his defenses. but there are just so many melvins that killing one seems pointless. mjost

Hello, there, if ya Sigilfolk is interested here my welcome?

Age: Not quite huge to confirm that it's rather small
Gender: male enough
Race: mom is a half-elf born on prime and dad was a half-dao hal-architect genie from some of the demi-planes himself. So I am supposed to be some sort of a blue-skinned edge-eared cocktail.
Height: 5 feet tall.
Weight: various. Depends on the amount of food eaten.
Build: sinewy and tough
Skin (hair, feather, scale, or skin) No hair, no feather, no scale, blue-skinned.
Color(s): light blue (watch my pic.tchr)
Eye Color(s): Red and yellow
Clothing: Unical leather armor, of course.
Accessories (catch all): funny scull, that talks. Sack with some adventurer's stuff and a couple of chivs.
Special Effects (if any): I can kill you, before you say Menzzoberanzzan.

Tarrace Akuto

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 173 pounds

Build: Lean.

Skin (and Hair) Color(s): Black hair; pale, caucasian skin.

Eye Color(s): Dark Brown, Near-black

Clothing: His clothing varies depending on the weather, but most are very form-fitting, yet allow freedom of movement. In ideal conditions, he wears a dark green bodysuit, clad with black boots and a black scarf that he sometimes uses as a windbreaker or to obscure vision of his face.

Accessories (catch all):A ring and an amulet.

Special Effects (if any): Ring - A red light for dark places when worn. Amulet - A slight boost to his reflexes when worn, and worn rarely.

Abilities/Alliances: He seems to have a slight psionic ability to control water, possibly caused by his geneaology, as his father is unknown... However the only functions his ability has is he can attract water towards himself (a rather useless ability, unless used creatively) and he can do some healing of poisons by siphoning it out of a body with water. Tarrace seems to hold no strong affiliations, and in fact seems to make more enemies than allies, but that shall be elaborated in a bit, when his personality is described.

History/Description/Personality: Tarrace Akuto's mother died during his birth, without a father in sight, effectively making him a bastard-child. Immediately following the event, he was raised and mentored by a demon called Morief. In his childhood, Tarrace Akuto witnessed the horrors of war up close, contact with which, Morief often said was necessary for Tarrace to grow. During his travels Tarrace Akuto fought in a war as a mercenary-for-hire. Tarrace Akuto's destiny was influenced by an unknown entity, ever since leaving the care of Morief at age 15. Tarrace Akuto has no close friends, due to his rather chaotic nature.

Standing at a tall six feet, two inches, weighing in at 173 pounds, with a pallid skin and black hair and near-black eyes, Tarrace Akuto is a striking figure, even now at the mere age of 19. He is often described as a wild, free-flowing personality. Though growing up, he was not known for speaking often under the care of Morief, his mentor and foster caretaker, Tarrace has become a rather deceitful caracter, often doing what he believes will get his desired result from each situation. Some people view him also as rather clumsy, as he often falls all over himself or others in battle, yet it often benefits him in some way or another, like avoiding a blow.

He says that he upholds some kind of 'Code of Honor', which he claims is akin to chivalry's position towards women. However, he often seems to revise this code to fit how he feels at the time in certain situations. He is known to sometimes attack or kill women whose goals don't line up with his own, which appears to discredit his supposed code of honor, but he always has a reason (whether this reason is true or false is unknown) why this is not so.

Often, when he works with anyone, he is even known to intentionally give his allies to the enemy of his own workings or plans, during which plans he may or may not eventually free them. Basically, Tarrace is almost completely unpredictable from a distant view. Much like Morief, he, himself, is viewed as a demon. However, perspectives may change, were someone to become a closer friend to him.

Class: As a side note, his class is rather indeterminate, though he most closely is described as a ranger. He is very knowledgeable in assassination, yet he enjoys a good fight and fights one-on-one like an agile warrior. However, he holds no respect for magical studies, even to the point that, in his own delusions, he believes magic does not exist at all.

A character for purpose of debating in the debate threads.

Name: Brother Peel
Age: Seventyish
Gender: Male
Race: "Elf", he makes no distinction
Faction: Those chaos ones, you know
Height: 6'2"
Weight: Much lighter than he should be
Build: Wiry, thin armed and boney legged.
Skin (hair, feather, scale, or skin): Tanned, wind burnt and otherwised weathered
Eyes: Pale yellow
Hair: Short, golden, but going white at the sides
Clothing: A simple dusty black tunic, with brown robes over them. No shoes.
Equipment: Not a lot.