Mynd's Eye, Looking For A Resident Baddie!

MadHatter · Jan 13 '10, 4:05am

I would like to give this a try. I have an evil character in mind. Rogue/Assasin type character. He would be sort of manipulative so a high CHA AND INT are what matters to him. Well thought out plans and enough charm to BULL POOP his way past things. I will post background here, personility is included somewhat into it but I don;t do that until I have completly fleshed the character out. It is the last thing I do with a character

(NO SHEET OR URL HAS BEEN CHOSEN.) But my guy would make a good bandit leader or decoy type character to lead members astray and kill them. Scar also loves to operate on people. SO a fighter would make a good character to hack off a leg and leave in a dungeon and see how the fighter does. Scar is a twisted type killer. He loves challenges and studying poisons, human anatomy and daggers. His weapon of choice would be daggers. Tell me what you think GM.

FATHER: Octavos Blackstone, Human Drunkard (DEAD)
MOTHER: Barbella Blackstone, Half Elf, Human, Whore (ALIVE)

Mortimer Blackstone examined the curve of the dagger as if he was a father examining the eyes of his child. The blade gleamed in the light of the sun, although clean and sharp in appearance the blade was very much deeply stained with blood. The hilt was wrapped in faded black leather that had become frayed at the edges. The blade was old when it was given to him and it has since aged as well. With his keen senses and abilities at blade up keep, he has kept the blade well cared for even with its age. This blade hid many secrets for Mortimer and it showed his true essence. It was the weapon that he had become so familiar with over the past twenty years of his life. It was the weapon which he carved a nickname and profession out of, as a petty enforcer for local gambling halls. It was the first prize he had ever won from his gambling addiction. But most important of all, it was the blade he had used to murder his father five years ago.
Mort had grown up as a single child in the town of Hilltop. A horrid community with gambling dens littered throughout. This was the kind of town were everyone looked the other way and they had prostitutes as young as 10 years old, servicing men of any age. The kind of town were a lonely boy with an obsession with luck, chaos, chance, danger, lust, blood and hate could go unnoticed. His father was an obsessed gambler, and a bad one at that. He was always in debt to numerous rogues and other nefarious types. He often would pay off his debts by using his wife. Mort’s mother was known as the town whore. His mother was pretty and she could hold her one among other women but she was nothing special and she had a very shy and timid personality. She thought that the only way she could satisfy mean was to have sex with them. Which she did at any given opportunity with as many men as she could as often as she could and with any race. All of this disgusted Mort and made him hate his parents.
His father was also a drunkard as well as a gambler. Whenever he would drink he would pull out a straight razor, whip and branding iron and go to town on his son. From as young as 3 Mort was getting his ass beat at least once a week by his father. Mort never said more then 3 or 4 words to either of his parents and he was always by himself. His face had gotten so covered in scar tissue that by the age of 13 he wore a scarf over his face and a cloak to hide his appearance. He kept to himself and stopped trying to make friends when he found out that his best friend, Fat Tom liked raping 8 year old girls. Fat Tom was a half orc who was 2 years Mort’s senior. They had met outside of an underground gambling den that serviced whores and cards. His father was gambling and the sons of local gamblers, and whores a like had their own private game. One that after a month of steady playing and learning the rules Mort would win every week they played. It was at one of these many games were he had gotten the dagger he would later use to murder his father.
Fat Tom was the kind of bully who was every bit as much of a coward as those he pushed around. He was born ugly and had big muscles so he thought he could push everyone around. That was until he came across Mort. He punched Mort so hard in his face that he broke his nose. Mort was a skinny child and of course being 8 years old his muscles had not developed early enough. Mort however was highly intelligient, some would even say a genius. The only gift he had ever gotten from his mother was an orante crafted chess set. The chess set had bronze and ivory pieces and carved wooden board with unique designs and drawings. All of this formed into a canvas laced wooden carrying box that could be set up as a little criss crossed table. The chess set had brought him much joy and he would spend hours by himself playing games. Or sometimes he would go out to local taverns and play travelers at games of chess. Of course Fat Tom was not through with Mort yet. Mort never remembered why he had been punched by Fat Tom or even if it was his fault. All he remembered was the look of utter horror on Fat Tom’s face as Mort sank to the ground and kicked Fat Tom in the crotch. While Fat Tom doubled over in pain Mort hooked his index finger into Fat Tom’s left eye and ripped out his eye from his socket while whispering coldly and unemotionally into Fat Tom’s ear. “You shall never lay another hand on me as long as you live. Or I shall take the other eye. You can either die now at my hands or work for me as my private bodyguard. Understand?” Fat Tom screamed and cried in pain but reluctantly agreed to work with Mort.
Mortimer and Fat Tom worked together for the better part of 6 years. When Mort was 14 he had found out that Fat Tom had been raping young human and elven girls and then selling them back to their families for gold. Mortimer was disgusted and decided that the fat useless slob would no longer need to serve him. Mortimer had spent the last 6 years learning how to knife fight, identify and apply poisons, the art of disabling and building traps, as well as the act of stealth and blending in with a crowd. The only thing that stood out about Mortimer was his horrid looking appearance. Of course among his peers he had gotten the nickname of “Scar” which he went by cause it sounded more deadly then Mortimer. Mortimer lured Fat Tom out into the woods claiming he had found some buried treasure. Once they got near a small river Mortimer sliced the Achilles tendon on each ankle of Fat Tom and proceeded to stake him to the ground. Mortimer was not evil, nor was he good. He decided that he was mostly out for himself and he was going to get what he wanted when he wanted. He was angry at the world for dealing him a shitty hand and it was pay back time. But even being the chaotic neutral type character he was, he still knew certain things were wrong. Like Rape, Incest, Cannibalism and Bestiality.
Mort was thinking about his weird code of ethics, or the abstract code of the dark as he often put it while he hammered Fat Tom into the ground. Then Mortimer pulled out a bone saw he had stolen from a local Barber Surgeon along with some manuals on surgery and other medical type needs. Mort explained to Fat Tom that he needed to be taught a lesson and shown the error of his ways. So Mortimer cut his body into 60 pieces starting from the feet up. Using herbal poultices and metal clamps to stance the blood flow and stop him from bleeding to death, as well as a torch to cauterize wounds. When he was all done he tossed the pieces into the river. It had taken him 9 hours to do all of this so he was tired. After burning the clothes he was wearing and putting them into the river he donned new clothes and went back to town. He spread the story about how Fat Tom had stolen 200 gold pieces from Mort and had fled town. Everyone believed it and those that didn’t were too scared of Mortimer, or thought he was too insane to bother questioning. Plus no one really gave two shits about Fat Tom.
Once Mortimer found out he had the capacity for murder he decided to set his goals higher. He wanted to join the famous Port City Strike Team and rise up high enough in the military to come back and destroy hilltop only to build up the city in his name. To create the ultimate gambling city with secret alchemy labs and his own den of thieves so to speak. Mortimer grinned all the way to the local gambling den to play some dice as he thought about how he was going to do the same thing to his father in only a month. Of course he would never have to leave the city to kill his father. The plan was simple; his father drank so much and beat his boy so much that no one would assume Mort killed the man. Not this shy quiet boy who liked to gamble and play chess. Mortimer had his plan ready. But what would he do about his mother. He decided nothing. He wanted nothing more to do with her and decided he would let her whore around town. She could drink whatever she wanted and **** whoever she wanted. As much as she disgusted him, he could not bring himself to kill his own mother. Deep, deep, deep inside of him he loved her.
A month later Mortimer had the kegs of oil set up in the small 10x10 foot dirt hole of a basement they had in his house. He waited till his father came home from another lost game at the local gambling den. His father has a bandage wrapped around his left hand. Apparently his father had to pay off a debt with three fingers on his hand. His dad went to get a bottle of rum, the bottle of rum that had the “toad bottom mist” poison, Mort had put in it. Mort grinned as his father drunk heavily from it. The poison was a slow acting paralytic agent. It made it so you could not move your body, but could still feel everything. However it was slow acting and took anywhere from a half hour up to 6 hours to kick depending on your constitution and health. Mortimer waited an hour before testing it out. He punched his father in the face and watched his dad’s reaction. His eyes widened in horror but he did not move as his nose got cracked open and blood ran down his face. His dad’s eyes watered with pain. Mortimer went downstairs and got to work. He broke open the keg of oil filling the basement with oil. Then he brought up oil soaked rag strips and tied them off to his father’s ankles, wrists, waist, armpits and crotch. He then lit them on fire, taking all of his father’s coin he could find and smiled. He stuck one arm in the fire and cried out in pain as he through himself out a window. He was screaming and raving saying how his father had accidentally set fire to the house while beating him. Mortimer’s act was so convincing that the whole town believed his father had burnt down the house and almost killed Mortimer.
Mortimer took what money he had a bought a small little shack in hilltop to live in and practice his arts. It wasn’t until his 15th birthday that he met the raven haired beauty who was known as Vash. She was a cold blooded mercenary who worked for the Drow Army. She knew much about magic, poisons and the hate that was buried deep within the soul of every man. She had stopped into Hilltop for a quick rest up and a drink at the tavern. She had noticed 15 year old Mortimer staring at her from the corner of the bar. The boy seemed taken upon her so she decided to toy with him some. She loved toying with the hearts of men and figured this boy would be an easy mark. Upon getting closer to him she noticed the chess game set up with neither side moving. She sat down across from him and grinned extending a gloved hand. “My name is Vash handsome. Mind if I play for the white side?” When she spoke it was like cold sweat running down Scar’s back. He loved the way she said her name and he loved the way she dressed. He wanted her more then anything in the world. Only problem was he was not sure if she could get past all the anger. Also he had no past relations with women of any kind.
He nodded his head to her and grinned in a slightly crooked way, the anger in his eyes shining with lust his scars glistening. “Well my name is Mortimer Blackstone. But everyone just calls me Scar. I hope your mind works as well as your body Vash because if not this game will be over quickly.” Vash grinned and found her self attracted to this boy for a moment. She looked him over as she moved a pawn forward and waited on his move. She made small talk with him, trying to press his buttons and make him angry. She was only half way paying attention to the game and was surprised that within 20 minutes he had won. She grinned liking this kid even more and wondering how she could corrupt him. First thing first was she would have to clean him up. The next game they played lasted for 4 hours and ended up in a stale mate. She had missed her appointment having gotten distracted by this child and decided to take him up on his offer to stay in his shack. She was even more surprised when he offered her his bed and went outside for her to bathe.
She took the time to go into his backroom and look at his small alchemy lab. All of his equipment was rudimentary and his poisons were shoddy at best but she thought he was good enough to train. In the morning she brought up the subject of what he did for work, if he had a women and what he felt about the town. Mortimer trusted this woman so much that he told her everything. At the end of his story she surprised him by kissing him deeply and passionately. She had slipped a poison tablet into his body that caused him to cough up blood and pass out instantly. When he awoke he was in an underground facility surrounded by Drow. Vash smiled and looked him over with a grin. “I am going to show you wonders you would never now apprentice. Now Mortimer, for that is your given name and I will never call you by that silly nick name Scar. Do you take me as your Master?” Mort was scared, naked and shaking but when he saw her he saw his future. He knew she was crazy but he also knew somewhere deep down inside he liked her. The time may come when he will have to part ways. But he wanted her as a lover, mentor and everything more for as long as he could. Besides she had skills he wanted and needed. With one last fleeting thought of his child hood innocence he nodded his head and spoke in a low voice. “Yes my mistress”.
Mortimer spent the next five years of his life working for Vash and learning many different arts. Including torture, poison use, bow crafting, Archery, Weapon Smith, Surgery, Stealth and even the art of women. Vash had made him spend 4 months in a brothel learning various carnal arts from numerous women. But it was she herself who had taken away his virginity and imparted a telepathic bond between them. He performed well for her and did most things without question. He was rewarded greatly and taught the skills he required. She loved the idea of having him as a member of the strike team so he could feed her information in his dreams while he slept. He cared nothing for port city. He only wanted to rise high enough in rank to take over Hilltop and make it his own some day. When the time came if Vash did not want to rule by his side he would kill her. But he knew that no matter what he would always love her.
Before he departed from her she crafted a device onto his left hand. It was a bracer type device that hooked over his pinky finger and ran up to his elbow. His ring finger was removed in order for a stiletto style wrist blade to shoot forth open command. The device had 3 separate capsule style containers that could house poison. With the simple turn of a small knob the poison would coat the blade and stay effective for up to an hour. Each capsule of poison was good for five uses. Vash made sure the blade and device was of the finest masterwork quality with promises of magical enchantments open completion of certain tasks for her to be given too him later on. The Wrist blade could slide out with the depression of a fist and a tight squeeze. It retracted just as silently as it pulled back in. The blade was hard to detect and unless you were examining the device very carefully you did not know it was there. Since his whole left arm was covered in burn scars, the device served to look like a leather and steel strap to cover the burns.
With Vash’s device in place and Mort having tried it out on 2 pesky annoying dark elves before he set out for Port City. As he left the drow facility Vash had his mind wiped of its location so in case he betrayed her, her secret hideout would not be discovered. When Mortimer got to Port city he enlisted into the Military, signed a contract and graduated from the academy 2 months later. He was then put on as a probationary member of the strike team. He would have to prove himself to them before they trusted him with too many assignments. Although Mortimer was in league with Vash, he was not in league with the drow. He cared nothing for them and took great pleasure in killing them just the same. He had no allegiances too Hilltop and his only concern was rising up as a skillful member of the strike team and finding some way to break free of Vash’s control yet still have her remain useful to him. Mortimer stood outside of the Military Academy looking at his port city map and sighed. It looks like the Crimson Guard House would be his first step onto his new life.

Roi · Jan 13 '10, 4:10am

That sounds like something which would give me nightmares.

I would love to see Scar in action, and if the next few apps are going to be as in-depth as this, I *may* have to accept more than one.

So far, Scar is a very tantalizing character.
Though I may have to go stare at a corner for a bit after reading the text wall.

MadHatter · Jan 13 '10, 4:28am

LOL sorry to make your job hard. The wrist blade I stole from the game assasins creed but have modified it with added poison. I don't know what is a good class that gets good poison use but I will probably just be a skill heavy rogue and have craft alchemy. OH and its of course Excotic weapon proficiency to use the wrist blade and I have not come up for stats for it but I am thinking something like,
1d4 Damage, 17-20/x3 crit. Hardness-1 Hit Points-7
It is designed to hit vital organs and sever arteries and stick in deep but is a brittle blade and hard to use if you know its coming. The wrist is also slightly more weighted then the other so it takes training to before to fight and insert the blade. With good training and improved unarmed combat you could make a kidney punch and the blade flies through the missing finger and plunges into a lunge or kidney flushing poison into the body. So a good bluff would need to be rolled to make sure no one saw the blade. I am thinking level 4 rogue. Would you like me to make a character sheet of a level 4 human rogue just to be ready in case you pick me. Also if you let more people join you could always let them work for me

LOL scar could use a bodygaurd.
I was thinking Human Rogue.
Improved Unarmed Combat
Weapon Focus-Daggers (including wrist blade)
Excotic Weapon Proficiency-Wrist Blade
Iron Will

-Shane

Roi · Jan 13 '10, 4:31am

Well, first off...
Character sheet not necessary. If you've got a good app and stuff, that's all I need for now.
Also, I would think that the wrist blade would have to trade a little more for the 17-20/x3 crit; that's just unheard of.
I'll try to work this out with you, but I feel that a wrist blade as you describe it is awfully close to a punching dagger.
What do you think?

MadHatter · Jan 13 '10, 4:45am

It was meant to be 18-20/x2 excuse me LOL. Oh and punching dagger stats are just as fine with me. But I will need a good list of poisons or should i just pick and choose some from the DMG. That is t he only book I got poisons in lol. PUnching dagger stats could work. I am unfamiliar with them but that could work out alright.
-Shane

Roi · 4:26am

Sounds good.
If you want poisons, you can use:
DMG
Make your own (run 'em by me)
Here's a nice list of assassin-y items: Copyrighted material removed (If you've got the books)
I feel poison is a bit costly, so if I take you, we'll work something out with that.

MadHatter · Jan 13 '10, 5:08am

Gotcha. Maybe I could exchange services for poisons. Of course going Rogue I could just steal things. I plan on murdering about 30 peopl in game. As a way for Scar to practice shadowing people and killing them. I was thinking a Ranger/Rogue Gestalt theme but no animal companion and no spells. Instead maybe we could supplement Poison Use ability assasins get in the DMG. I can go core rogue though if not and do Assasin as a prestige class. I am going to bed now tommorow I will look at your url you sent me.
-SHane

Elistan · 5:22am

Depending on what develops over the next couple o' days, I may give this a shot. I love playing villains, so this sounds great! I've no clue what I would play, really. Perhaps a Dread Necro, but as I said, I'm gonna wait for a few days first.

But just so I know: you list minimums for the lengths of the fluffy stuff. How do you feel about long stuff? Especially for villains, I tend to get a bit long winded.

FieryGriffin · Jan 13 '10, 6:19am

Um why are the desc and personalitys suppose to be longer then the background? Also For the description, do you mean a physical dec?