Post by Chase on Dec 26, 2007 15:53:19 GMT -5
My Pathfinder campaign (first and main)
Name: Fender Saleigh [Fen/dur Sa/lei]
Race: Shifter (ferret)
Class: Rogue
Align.: Chaotic/neutral
Story:
Fender lived life of being a possible prodigy. He could figure out different clockwork mechanisms and easily take them apart, locks were just things that were an inconvenience at best to keep him out of things, and being in the town of Riddleport, had grown quite the bluffing tongue. On top of that, the trait of Lycanthropy didn't quite pass onto him fully, only partially, making him just a Shifter. Having such grand qualities without the burden of being a full shifter, his family figured by the time he would have reached his mid-teens, he would have been sent off to one of the schooling academies and for many years would learn to be an engineer, much like his father. He was bright, excited at the thought of learning new things, and even found his curse of having the family trait of being able to shift was a blessing, allowing him to move quicker if needed. Fender looked to be yet another fine example of being a member of the Saleigh family.
However, the promising to work non-stop and be something everyone wanted him to be pressed onto Fender's mind, and over time he seemed to see how the older he had gotten, the more he'd be trained to live a life he had no control over. Fender wanted a life he could control himself. One that would promise adventure and fortune without someone else to tell him what to do. With that said, he looked around his family's house for anything worth of value, even to go as far as picking the locks on his mother's jewelry box and his brother's safe, and made off with whatever he could carry freely.
The life of a rogue was dangerous at times, but was well worth it at first. Feeling his pockets full gave him a warm feeling, slaying enemies silently was a task that was equivalent to being Death itself, to wander around different towns and villages let him learn a few new languages and a few lies to use..... Then he met Gossamer the Shabby.... Gossamer looked to be like any average Dwarf, but Fender knew by how he acted that he was hiding something of high cost on him. Following him around in the shadows, Fender waited until Gossamer was alone and an easy target to pick off of. However, Gossamer lead Fender into a trap, and Fender himself was the one being robbed. Luckily, Fender had gained aid against the group of thieves by a relative of his, a Monk Lycanthrope named Tila Saleigh, which quickly led to the thieves to give up and retreat. Tila asked why Fender had robbed his own family and left and the two caught up on the details. After hearing his story, she said she would return home to tell the family he had donated what he had stolen to different charities and was finding what he wanted to do in his life and for the better. She then took what valuables he had to spare (making sure not to leave him with too little money) and said she'd give it to one of the temples in the nearby town as part of the deal of letting Fender go and lead his life.
Of coarse, Fender didn't like to let go of his goods and loot, but Tila said it wouldn't be right to keep what he had stolen and to let him go when she was supposed to bring him back home to be punished. She was going to let Fender go on one more condition; he would have to find something truly better in life, and maybe find some kind of religion live by as well. Fender agreed with a sigh and the two parted ways.
By the time Fender was in his 20's, the only thing he had learned was more lies and ideas of stealing and scamming from people. The thought of love didn't interest him as he felt he didn't want to be tied down, and he did seem happiest when something he wanted was in his possession. Nearing one town, he had heard of some kind of ceremony for a new temple to be opened, and the words of Tila called out to him in his mind, and decided to venture forth and see something about religion. Besides, he was putting it off for too long and if it didn't work out he could just steal from the church itself. Too bad going there would open yet another adventure and have him meet up with some interesting people there.....
Looks and junk:
Fender is fairly average, just a bit short at 5'10" or so and looks fairly young for his age. Some people could guess 20 or so and be really close, as he is in fact 23. He's fairly lithe in built, but not too strong. His hair is a shade of rose brown, not quite a brown, but not quite a red, like a shade of pink and brown blended together, and his eyes match pretty well but with a tad more red tone in them. Growing a lost interest in keeping his hair well groomed, it's a rather half-assed brushed foof (think of Spike Spiegal or Blue's hair).
Well, being a Rogue and no religion, and also having the chaotic/neutral alignment, he can pretty much do whatever he sees fit. He can scam people, lie to them if needed, attack unarmed or unknowing characters, and whatever help he does provide it's only with the though of robbing a fellow team mate or to loot whatever/whoever along the adventure. Even though Fender is a Rogue and isn't exactly a role model, that doesn't mean he doesn't try to be fair or go against other's wishes really (i.e. when big strong knight man says not to loot the body, don't loot the body Fender will). Also, Fender will sometimes grow to like some people he meets, and will offer to buy them a drink or two in taverns or opt to buy/steal a team member something they need from the nearby store.
Some of Fender's hobbies would include picking locks for fun, scouting possible thieving areas, thinking of new scams/lies to use, and the occasional chat of philosophy.
[note: Hopefully spell check doesn't rape my words and sorry my gramaar ish teh suck, but if I was a writer I'd be friggin writing now wouldn't I? I'll update this better and/or add a pic later when I feel like it. Yes, I too have no hono.]