The game concept sounds absolutely amazing. I have a character concept I've been hoping to get going in a couple games before, but they sadly never really hit off. I'll post it here in spoiler format. Any specifics can of course be changed if they do not fit the scope of the game, assuming they're not integral. The character sheet is entirely from a different game and would of course be redone, I'm just leaving it in here for now since many choices will likely be similar -- and the equipment indicates what he used to carry around before.
Race: Aasimar (Peri-Blooded)
Eyes: molten gold
Standing tall at about 5'11' feet, this man has a rather exotic look about him. Chiseled aristocratic features -- a straight, sharp nose, angular cheekbones and strong jawline, all handsomely framed by shoulder-length black hair that contrasts well with his fair complexion -- and his confident poise suggest a man of noble origin. His eyes, an odd sight the color of molten gold, issue a playful challenge to those who meet them, as if he knows some secret that he dares others to find out.
Shirvan's lean build and effortless movements clearly indicate to anyone with an eye for such things that he knows how to handle himself in a fight; the scimitar that rests at the left side of his belt isn't for show, nor does he wear the leather pauldrons and greaves over his red vest with anything but the confidence of a seasoned warrior.
On a closer inspection, the black-haired swordsman appears to be just short of his thirties, though he has evidently mastered the art of etiquette quite well. He speaks eloquently in his deep, smooth voice, appealing with a bright and attentive look.
His exotic flair is exaggerated by the fact that his speech sometimes slips into fairly odd inflections, when he doesn't pay attention. It's obvious that he isn't a native.
The tale of Shirvan is one steeped in tragedy, though whether it is his own or that of those who fell prey to his silver tongue is a subject for debate.
On any other world, in any of the many bountiful nations of famed Toril or the vast Golarion, a child born of celestial lineage would be a small wonder, the carrier of a grand destiny and someday, perhaps, a famed hero or prophet. Not so atop the Spire, within the City of Doors. There, even devils and demons grudgingly tolerate each other's existence under the protectorate of the mysterious Lady of Pain, whose name only passes lips in hushed whispers for fear that her shadow might fall upon them. There, the exotic quickly becomes mundane.
Shirvan's divine parentage is undeniable, though its origins are suspect: his mother was a half-celestial, daughter of a Peri and a mortal, called Sha'van. Though traditionally representing the ideal of good like their kin, the Peri are a race of Celestials descended from Fallen Angels. Their blood sometimes pulls them into the very opposite direction. Conflicted her whole life between these two polar opposites warring inside, Shirvan's mother eventually began to drown her sorrows using an addictive euphoriant -- a drug derived from Slaad eggs. The chaos so introduced into her system quickly helped her get over any lingering doubts; not so the growing dependency and cravings they introduced. Ultimately, Sha'van's life ended short and miserably, the last decade of her existence the life of a drug-addicted prostitute in the Hive, one of the most wretched regions even in the slums of Sigil.
It was there that Shirvan was born. Though the identity of his biological father is unkown, his appearance suggests a human or a sub-species thereof.
As they say: Life's cheap, berk, but nowhere's it cheaper than in the Hive Ward. The man Shirvan recognizes as his 'proper' father was, for all intents and purposes, Sha'van's pimp. A downtrodden human with Orcish ancestry (a presumption prompted by his prominent lower jaw) called Hammers-Nails or Nails, chosen for his enjoyment of the proverb that 'the nail that sticks out gets hammered down'.
He decided to keep Shirvan around and put him to work after his mother died. Though the number of women in his employ was small, it was still good to have a messenger and spy available. The young Aasimar proved very good at that. He was smart and handsome for a boy and quickly established himself as one of the leaders of the local children; mostly thieves, beggars or messengers themselves. His Celestial blood, however, also meant that he aged slower than most after his initial growth-spurt. At the age of sixteen, he still looked like he was twelve, but by then he had decided that he'd had enough and that he didn't like the glint in old Nail's eyes whenever the man looked at him lately -- a dagger in the gut remedied that and Shirvan was his own man.
A common occurence in the Hive.
Shirvan, for his part, was ready to move on. After a brief stint with the Collectors in Ragpicker's Square that didn't prove very successful, the boy banded together with a group of orphans and started going after local vermin for the reward. The main problem with that was that this particular sort of vermin grew more and more dangerous in large numbers and wasn't particularly pleased when their ranks were being culled. It was dangerous, but at least provided a meager income.
At the age of twenty-five, now looking around fourteen years old, Shirvan lucked into what might well have been the greatest turning point in his life: he found a young half-elven child wandering the Slags, pretty much the worst area in the entire slum. The boy clearly didn't belong there. It turned out he stemmed from the Lady's Ward and had stumbled through a portal by accident. The half-elf was named Calath d'Arnay.
Rather than follow his first impulse and slit the stranger's throat in order to take his belongings, Shirvan decided to do the smart thing and help him find his way back home. The boy's family, the d'Arnays, were overjoyed and Shirvan was rewarded with a position as a live-in servant in the household.
A charming boy, he quickly ingratiated himself with the family. The patriarch of the house was Lorn d'Arnays, a human mage of plenty skill and renown. His elven wife, Marya, was not quite as influential, but stemmed from elven nobility and possessed some arcane skill herself, though she found herself more at home at court and with the classical elven arts.
It was there that Shirvan received a formal education and spent long hours training with the d'Arnays, who became more foster parents than employers; he was essentially growing up at about the same rate as Calath and they quickly established a brother-like relationship, even if Shirvan was mostly playing along so as to keep his new privileges.
Shirvan was more gifted than Calath in many ways and figured that, if he proved his superiority often enough while putting up a good facade, he might supplant him at some point. He didn't really try to do anything malicious to Calath, actually enjoying the company on some level as they began to journey across the Planes, stumbling upon the occasional adventure.
Still, the fact that he hadn't yet usurped Calath' position as the favored son was gnawing at him and, when they both started to vie for the same woman, the situation grew worse. Shirvan had always been very close to his elven foster mother, who he had no doubt would have little qualms leaving the legacy to him, if both her husband and son would meet an unfortunate demise. And he'd have the woman he fancied, too.
Things didn't go quite as well as intended. An attempt to poison both of them failed after Lorn's death, when Calath discovered his malevolent betrayal. Shirvan was forced to flee with nothing but what he had currently on him. He knew of a priced possession of his newly deceased foster father's that might prove his salvation. Preferring the risk to a return to the slums, he broke into the mage's sanctum and stole the powerful Amulet of the Planes located there. He immediately activated its power -- to be whisked away to somewhere, anywhere, that wasn't Sigil.
He didn't expect to appear before a demon lord. As an angel-blooded thoroughly in the grasp of evil, he luckily managed to draw interest and instead of being devoured immediately offered his services in exchange for his continued existence. After all, why not act in such a service and work to become a favored agent? Anyone could become a Demon Lord if they amassed enough power to take charge of an abyssal layer and it seemed as good and grand an ambition as any.
For a man born poor in the Hive, Shirvan is actually a fairly nice person. He only kills people without remorse if it serves a purpose, rather than if they look at him in a slightly disagreeable manner. Though he would certainly qualify as an 'evil' person by most standards, he doesn't view himself as a bad person per se. Life dealt him a bad hand, what's so wrong about discarding it and getting a new one? It's not like people are actually gone gone after they're dead, he's just shortening a period of their journey to the next plane their karma draws them to.
He's quite happy with the people he has actually killed, such as his foster father. The pimp had not only been the final nail in his mother's coffin, but had put him to work as a messenger in one of the most dangerous areas in the multiverse. Plus, there were those lecherous looks Nails had given him towards the end. Preempting anything he might have done with a generous stabbing was a good thing for everyone involved, really.
Killing his foster father and brother (or trying to, in the latter case) was not a decision made lightly, but one enforced by years of frustration that had slowly built. He believes himself a better son than Calath, in every conceivable way; it wasn't fair that his low birth should stand in the way of that. The shade of pity he had always perceived in both their eyes continually galled him, his rage barely supressed underneath the surface of playing the perfect son.
Rage that reminded him all too much of Hammers-Nails, further exacerbating the issue until he finally decided that killing them was all he had left if he ever wanted to move on. He doesn't regret having killed Lorn, though part of him laments the future that might have been if the man had just been a little less attached to his own flesh and blood.
All this comes to one statement: Shirvan kills without remorse when he feels it necessary, then rationalizes it. He prefers to do it in cold blood in order to feel in control, but his temper sometimes gets away with him. However, it should be noted that he doesn't kill often, nor indiscriminately. Only when his charm and cunning won't get him what he wants will he stoop to such methods; this serves as both a way to distinguish himself from Nails, as well as to give him a sense of superiority.
Though aware of it to some extent, there is something he won't admit to himself: he has issues with the female gender. Or rather, with applying his rather pragmatic outlook on the continued existence of other people to women. Having never really had a mother figure and then connecting very well with his new foster mother to the point of a slight infatuation, he finds that whenever it would benefit him more to kill a woman than to let her live he makes up excuses.
Beyond his views on killing, Shirvan likes to view himself as an ambitious person with the guts to do what is needed. He's certainly clever, cunning and even brave in the face of danger when he has to be. Now that he had a taste of privilege and power, he desires to regain that sort of position and go beyond it.
He didn't enjoy the confrontation with his foster brother and his forced retreat, preferring by far to appear the dashing hero than the wretched villain. This means that he will generally entertain and project a good image of himself, even if he has to go to depraved lengths behind the curtain to keep wearing that clean vest in public.
Male Fallen Aasimar Bard 6
NE Medium outsider (native)
Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +14
AC 18, touch 12, flat-footed 16 (+5 armor, +1 shield, +2 Dex)
hp 66 (6d8+18)
Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +6; +4 bonus vs. bardic performance, sonic, and language-dependant effects
Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5
Speed 30 ft.
Melee +1 rapier +7 (1d6+3/18-20) and
. . dagger +6 (1d4+2/19-20) and
. . dagger +6 (1d4+2/19-20) and
. . dagger +6 (1d4+2/19-20) and
. . spiked gauntlet +6 (1d4+2)
Ranged masterwork composite shortbow +7 (1d6+2/×3)
Special Attacks bardic performance 18 rounds/day (countersong, distraction, fascinate, inspire competence +2, inspire courage +2, suggestion)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th; concentration +10)
. . 1/day—spell-like ability, lesser
Bard Spells Known (CL 6th; concentration +10):
. . 2nd (4/day)—heroism, invisibility, mirror image, suggestion (DC 17)
. . 1st (5/day)—beguiling gift[APG] (DC 16), charm person (DC 16), grease, sow thought[ARG] (DC 16)
. . 0 (at will)—dancing lights, detect magic, ghost sound (DC 14), prestidigitation, read magic, sift[APG]
Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 18
Base Atk +4; CMB +6; CMD 18
Feats Arcane Strike, Prodigy[UM], Spellsong[UM]
Traits charming, reactionary
Skills Acrobatics +9, Appraise +8, Bluff +15 (+16 vs. characters who could be attracted to you), Climb +5, Craft (alchemy) +8, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. characters who could be attracted to you), Disguise +8, Escape Artist +5, Knowledge (arcana) +10, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +10 (+12 to navigate underground), Knowledge (engineering) +10, Knowledge (geography) +10, Knowledge (history) +10, Knowledge (local) +10, Knowledge (nature) +10, Knowledge (nobility) +12, Knowledge (planes) +12, Knowledge (religion) +10, Linguistics +8, Perception +14, Perform (comedy) +15, Perform (dance) +8, Perform (oratory) +15, Ride +2, Sense Motive +15, Sleight of Hand +5, Spellcraft +8, Stealth +9, Survival +0 (+2 to avoid becoming lost when using this), Swim +2, Use Magic Device +10; Racial Modifiers +1 Bluff, +1 Diplomacy, greed
Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Goblin, Infernal, Orc
SQ bardic knowledge +3, lore master 1/day, seducer, versatile performance abilities (comedy, oratory)
Combat Gear wand of cure light wounds, wand of detect poison (50 charges), wand of silent image (50 charges), wand of unseen servant (50 charges), caltrops (3), invisible ink, average, smoke pellet; Other Gear +1 mithral chain shirt, buckler, +1 rapier, dagger, dagger, dagger, masterwork composite shortbow, spiked gauntlet, belt of mighty constitution +2, cloak of resistance +1, eyes of the eagle, headband of alluring charisma +2, sleeves of many garments, backpack, masterwork, bell, candle, cards, chalk, compass, dice, dungeoneering kit, earplugs, hollowed pommel, marked cards, light horse (combat trained), grooming kit, military saddle, mirror, pathfinder's kit, perfume/cologne, saddlebags, scrivener's kit, stationery, 428 gp, 7 sp, 5 cp
Arcane Strike As a swift action, add +1 damage, +1 per 5 caster levels and your weapons are treated as magic for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
Bardic Knowledge +3 (Ex) Add +3 to all knowledge skill checks.
Bardic Performance (standard action, 18 rounds/day) Your performances can create magical effects.
Charming +1 Bluff/Diplomacy/save DC for a language-dependent spell vs. targets who could be sexually attracted to you.
Compass +2 circumstance for Survival or Knowledge (Dungeoneering) to avoid becoming lost.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Earplugs +2 save vs. hearing effects, -5 hearing-based Perception.
Energy Resistance, Acid (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Acid attacks.
Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks.
Greed (Ex) +2 to Appraise checks to determine the price of nonmagical goods that contain precious metals or gemstones.
Lore Master (1/day) (Ex) Can take 10 on any trained knowledge checks. Activate to take 20 as a standard action.
Prodigy (Perform [oratory], Perform [comedy]) Gain a +2 bonus on two Craft, Perform, or Profession skills.
Sleeves of many garments Transform current clothes into any non-magical new form.
Spellsong Combine spellcasting and bardic performance
Versatile Performance (Comedy) +15 (Ex) You may substitute the final value of your Perform: Comedy skill for Bluff or Intimidate checks
Versatile Performance (Oratory) +15 (Ex) You may substitute the final value of your Perform: Oratory skill for Diplomacy or Sense Motive checks
Wand of detect poison (50 charges) Add this item to create a wand of a chosen spell.
Wand of silent image (50 charges) Add this item to create a wand of a chosen spell.
Wand of unseen servant (50 charges) Add this item to create a wand of a chosen spell.
Horse, light (combat trained)
N Large animal
Init +2; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +6
AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 9 (+2 Dex, -1 size)
hp 15 (2d8+6)
Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +1
Speed 50 ft.
Melee 2 hooves +3 (1d4+3)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
Str 16, Dex 14, Con 17, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 7
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 17 (21 vs. trip)
Feats Endurance, Run
Tricks Attack, Combat Riding, Come, Defend, Down, Guard, Heel
Skills Acrobatics +2 (+6 to jump with a running start), Perception +6, Ride +2 (+4 to stay in the saddle)
SQ combat riding
Other Gear grooming kit, military saddle, mirror, pathfinder's kit, perfume/cologne, saddlebags, scrivener's kit, stationery
Combat Riding [Trick] The animal has been trained to bear a rider into combat.
Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Run Run 5x your speed in light/medium armor or 4x speed in heavy armor and keep Dex when running.
Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ feet by sense of smell.