Wrath of the Righteous Character Surveys

1. What is your name? Is there a meaning behind it?

Riqueza Paz. My parents told me it means “Abundance” since they imagined a rich life for me and my sister. I hope they were right—my folks, cool as they were, were always a bit off in the head.

2. What do you look like? Please describe yourself.

I’m a ratfolk, a bit tall for my race. My fur’s in the pattern of a hooded rat’s—brown head and down the back, with the rest of my fur being white. I wear a duster and always have my gun close, even if I need to conceal it, although I will admit I don’t mind wearing more flowery and fancy stuff when I can get the chance—hey, nothing wrong with dressing wealthy, I don’t think, but the gun is always still there.

3. How have you grown up; what has happened to you during your life? How and why did you learn your class features, etc.?

I was born in a warren to a small family, which is kinda unusual for ratfolk but it didn’t bother me. My parents were part of our warren’s guard, and eccentric even by ratfolk standards—see, they managed to get their paws on some guns some years before I was born and they were pretty dedicated to the art of gunslinging. They liked any sort of trinket and weird object they could find, but guns especially. It rubbed off on me, and I learned all I know from them—my younger sister, Fortuna, was more timid and didn’t pick up as well as I did, but she was a good girl. Never really meant for fighting anyway. Didn’t stop my parents from giving each of us a gun when we were small. It’s amazing we never blew each other’s heads off on accident or anything.

Anyway, I had been training to be a part of our gulch’s watch when…it happened. It was during the summer when I was around 10, and we’d been having a lot of rain…A dam near our warren ruptured, I’m told, and the whole thing flooded. It was horrible, water rushing in everywhere, people panicking and screaming and clawing at each other to get out…I got separated from my family and I almost drowned and before I even knew what was going on…

I, I’m sorry, this isn’t like me. Just give me a minute, I need to recompose…Ok, I’m fine. Anyway, after that, I was alone, with no home to go to and only the gun my parents gave me. I wandered around a bit, with no idea what to do. Turns out, wandering around with no direction is rather dangerous, and things just got worse when I came across the remains of a battle against some demons.

There were dead crusaders everywhere, and I saw the opportunity to scavenge for some new clothing, trail rations, anything. Don't look at me like that; I was desperate! Wasn't like those guys had any use for them. I didn't find anyone else alive, except for a tiefling girl, who told me her name was Cynthia. Heh, when I first met her I pulled my gun on her, thinking she was an enemy, but it soon became apparent we were in the same situation, and we started scavenging together. Anyway, we were so caught up in searching for anything that could help us that we didn't notice that there were still demons stalking the place. A bunch of them jumped us. I tried to fight back, of course, but my gun was barely hurting them and Cynthia wasn't faring too well either. There were just too many. I was resigned to fighting those damn things until my last breath.

Then she appeared. A strange woman, wearing a holy symbol of Desna, seemed to show up out of nowhere. The results are a bit hazy, as I was already woozy and lightheaded from bloodloss, but from what I can remember she got us away from those demons. I don't know if she never gave her name or if I just couldn't remember it through the pain of my wounds, but I do remember her being really melancholy. I mean, you could imagine why one might be bummed in the middle of a war, but there was some strange sadness with her. The only thing I remember from before I passed out was her saying that I'd be taken somewhere safe. I never even would have guessed at the time my savior was a succubus!

When I came back to, my wounds were treated and me and Cynthia were in the company of some soldiers on the way back to Kenabres. They told me the woman delivered us to them with the orders to take us back to the city, but she left soon after and no one caught her name. They nursed us back to health and took usto the city, and after awhile I found out I was kinda lucky. As in, I'd always do good in games of chance, always landed just right, things like that.

I think they expected me and Cynthia to just stay put in an orphanage or something for the rest of our days, but screw that. Cynthia and I, we were fighters, you see. We decided to train together in Kenabres, honing our skills and whatnot. Cynthia eventually left to become a merc but I wasn't much for organized military, so I decided to continue my training on my own. So one day I left, wandered along honing my skill, and eventually put them to the test to become a bounty hunter. It was a decent living, but now I got other things to focus on.

4. Why are you fighting in the Crusades?

Good gods, what a question. It used to be just about the money, but then when I found out Fortuna was alive and fighting, I, well, I just had to keep it up. If she's got the will to fight, then I had no excuse. Besides, I want to make sure she's safe; I mean I know she's a competent fighter and can take care of herself, but she's the only family I got left.

And it wasn't just that. In my travels, I've come to realize more and more we've got people to protect, and how badly this whole demon invasion thing has fucked over the country. When we convinced Nurah to join us, I got to thinking, maybe we can actually fix things, save some people, you know? It's a sappy thought, but it grows on me more and more, especially after I ran into Rue again. I mean, shit, if a succubus can turn good and save two kids lives out of sheer altruism, then maybe there is hope yet! 

But that doesn't mean I'm going to forgive all the demons, and I know a lot aren't like that, so we gotta stop them. And...I have to find Cynthia. I just have to, no matter what. She was taken by that bastard shadow demon to gods know where, and I'd do anything to get her back.

...Why does saying that make me feel so sad? Weird. Maybe I should lay off the booze.

5. What do you hate?

Eh, uptight types who are all rigid and no fun are annoying, but having worked with a lot they're growing on me. Not saying I wanna be like them, but I guess they're alright, most of the time.

And besides that, water. I REALLY hate water that's more than ankle deep. Can you blame me? Yeah yeah, I know, we're great heroes and shouldn't be afraid of such stuff, but personally, I don't want to be anywhere near large amounts of water. It's so cold and wet and unforgiving...

But what I hate most of all, above all other things, is that demon who abducted Cynthia. Oh, believe you me, I'm going to find him, then I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to enjoy every single moment of it.

6. What do you love?

I love Cynthia, like on more than a friend level, if that wasn't blatantly obvious. We've been close since we were children, and I was so thrilled when she came to fight with us, and then...Godsdammit, if only I'd entered that room before she did! I should have checked the door more thoroughly...

Ugh...Sorry about that. As for others, Fortuna's my only family left and I care for her deeply. I really hope she's alright in Kenabres. Other than that, I like booze, money, and good food, but it just ain't the same anymore.

7. What are you afraid of?

Water…look, haven’t we been over this?

8. What religion do you follow? Why?

I've been a kinda on-again-off-again worshiper of Desna, but after meeting Rue I think I might be more on-again.

9. What is your most treasured possession?

This pistol here. It was given to me by my parents and is the only memento I have to remember them by. I wouldn’t give it up for the world.

10. Quick Summary
Name: Riqueza Paz
Race: Ratfolk
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Gulch Gunner 10
Mythic Path: Trickster

1. What is your name? Is there a meaning behind it?
My name is Louise Vastel. My adopted parents have told me that I was given the name Louise by my birth parents. Vastel is the surname of my husband, which I have taken.

2. What do you look like? Please describe yourself.
I am a young Cheliaxian woman. My hair long and red, though it was black before my exposure to Kenabres' ruined Wardstone. I used to keep it in a ponytail, but now let it run down my back, though I keep it straight. My eyes are green, and I am 5'10" with a slim build. I have inscribed magical tattoos on my body; they wrap around my arms, and around my body and down my legs as well. I have also added ones that cover my hands.

Shortly after taking Drezen, I was thrown into magma and killed while fighting a demon outside the city. Reincarnated shortly thereafter, I acquired enough demonic taint from the Worldwound to become a tiefling. I am now four inches taller than I was before dying, and have become stronger physically as well. I have a pair of stunted, brown leathery wings, which I usually keep folded up. I also now have a red, thin tail a few feet in length; it can be used to manipulate objects about as well as my hands could. My ears have become pointed, and I have a pair of short, vestigial horns.

Worse yet, my Kenabres guard uniform was destroyed in the magma. It was irreplaceable. I now wear a black and red robe, as well as tall, black leather boots. My tattoos are visible on my hand and arms, as well as on my legs.

3. How have you grown up; what has happened to you during your life? How and why did you learn your class features, etc.?
I grew up the first child of two bookbinders in Kenabres; it wasn't until later I learned I was adopted. When I was four I asked my parents about my birthmark, they couldn't tell me, though I later learned they didn't want to.

Shortly after my sixth birthday, I was playing outdoors with other young children, as had become common for me. We were having a snowball fight in a back-alley park. One of the snowballs I threw somehow became as hard as ice as it left my hand, and it knocked an Ulfen girl who I didn't know unconscious. As we were dragging her to get help, I was told that I had done something strange right before throwing the snowball, though I didn't remember doing so.

Somebody knew where she lived, so we brought her to her house; her parents were not expecting their daughter to return home like this. They assured us that Ellen, that's her name, would be alright; they were apothecaries. When I didn't see Ellen the next day, I went to her house to see how she was doing, and hopefully to apologize. Her parents told me that she was fine; that they just wanted her to stay at home today to finish recovering. I went to her room to apologize, and right after the words left my mouth, Ellen excitedly told me that she was sure I was using magic. We were inseparable since that day, and over the next few weeks we were able to confirm that I was indeed able to use magic.

A few months after this, Ellen and I were both going to begin to receive some formal education, as both of our families were moderately well off. Ellen learned quickly, and I also learned at a good pace as well. After a few years of education, we began to help our parents from time to time; we continued our education on our own time, studying subjects we wanted to, as we had by this point learned the essentials that we needed from formal education. Ellen, always a quick study, was able to retain information from more subjects than me.

When we were eleven, Ellen was able to tell me what my birthmark meant; that I was the child of Riftwardens. Asking my parents about it, they confirmed that this was true, and that I was adopted. My parents had given me to a pair of good friends, my adopted parents, one month after I was born, and left to do something in the Worldwound; they never returned. This revelation didn't hurt me as my adopted parents thought it would. Doubtless it would have if they had told me when I asked about my birthmark when I was four, but it didn't now that I was older. In any case, this explained where my sorceress powers came from; my adopted parents were happy to encourage me to carefully develop them.

When we were twelve, Ellen had begun to try and learn magic, and carefully studied texts on magical theory. However, she was frustrated by her inability to do what came easily to me. She also had no reference for actual spells, as one of the things she couldn't peruse at the library was a wizard's spellbook or magical scrolls. However, I realized that occasionally, maybe once every few months, a wizard brought a spellbook into our store for repairs and rebinding. I had, by this time, learned how to read magical writing. Ellen was ecstatic when I offered to try and copy down some spells for her to look at. We pooled money we had been saving together, and bought a blank spellbook to copy spells into.

So when I wizard next brought in a spellbook for rebinding, I asked my adopted parents if I could try and do this one myself. As I had been rebinding books without trouble for months now, they agreed to let me do it. It took a bit longer than usual to rebind it, as I was also copying down some of the spells as I worked. But I did it just fine, and nobody was any the wiser. I brought the spellbook with the stolen spells to Ellen, and walked her through what was what in the writing. Between my coaching and her texts on magic, it took us two weeks. At the end, Ellen was finally able to understand, and cast, a spell to read magic writing.

It was in this way that, over the next few years, Ellen became a wizard. I continued to steal spells when able to, and Ellen quickly became more able to use magic. By the time we were fourteen, she was able to teach me more about using magic as well.

When we were fifteen, we got into a stupid fight about a mercenary boy we both liked. It was stupid; he never really cared for either of us, and was just playing us off each other. It lasted a few weeks; we both said mean things to each other. I ruined the lock on the chest she keeps her spellbook in while it was in it. Our parents learned about the real source of the help I was giving Ellen to learn magic. We were both disciplined severely. We realized how stupid we had been and made up.

The next year we were sixteen; we were adults. I had recently began a relationship with the son of a magic item shop, Elias. A year older than me, he worked under his father in the shop. I was able to, to her delight, secure an apprenticeship for Ellen there. In addition, I also began to work there; they were short-handed at the time. A year and a half later, we were married, and had a son, Jeffrey. A year and a half later, my father-in-law passed away with a smile on his face, leaving Elias owner of the shop.

4. Why are you fighting in the Crusades?
My home was destroyed by the demonic hordes. Revenge for Kenabres has been my going motivation in the recent past, and still is, but it is not the only motivation I have now. Many others have been killed, abused or dislocated by the demon threat, and will continue to be until a successful crusade.

The crusades have also changed society in Mendev. There is tension between crusaders and natives, with poor treatment of natives not uncommon. I am beginning to think the intolerance towards tieflings I grew up with was much the result of Hulrun's rampant paranoia. There are several tieflings at the shelter I have started, and when I speak with them none of the perceptions about their race hold true. Perhaps the ones who are our enemies are so because they have been driven to be.

The crusades, while nessecary, have been a bad thing for Mendev's society. If they were to end, the crusaders would leave.

5. What do you hate?
The threat of the Worldwound and the demons of the Abyss. I especially hate those that would turn crusaders against the crusade.

I dislike the treatment of natives by crusaders. Unlike an unfortunately large number of crusaders, I strive to help the citizenry, rather than harm them.

6. What do you love?
I love my husband and my son. Because of this I have wrote to him that I will not return to him; he should move on and no longer hold out hope.

7. What are you afraid of?
I am, at times afraid that the growing power of the Heroes of Drezen will be taken notice of by our enemies. They would not hesitate to destroy unless if they understood the threat we are growing into.

8. What religion do you follow? Why?
I do not follow any deity. Before Kenabres was destroyed, I offered prayers to both Iomedae and Desna. The Inhertitor kept the demons contained, and Densa has also given aid to the Crusade. After Kenabres was destroyed, I choose to not place my own faith in a deity again.

Furthermore, after nurturing a spark I found in myself after the Wardstone exploded, others have begun to be able to receive spells from me. There is a limit to the power of spells I can grant others, though it is growing greater. However, I can feel that I can give it to countless persons at once.

I will continue to nurture it, and use it to help end the Crusade. My divine spark sustains itself now. I know not what the future holds for me after the Crusade, and this is somewhat frightening. But this will not stop me from developing what little divinity I have further.

9. What is your most treasured possession?
This stolen divine spark. It has great potential to really make a difference in this fifth crusade. I cannot ignore it in light of this.

10. Quick Summary
Name: Louise Vastel
Race: Human (Cheliaxian)
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Sorcerer (Arcane)
Deity: None
Mythic Path: Archmage

Um...spoon is a bit off. Mysogynisticness exists in Golarion.

However, so are you. You kinda misinterpreted your campaign trait...plz talk with me.

Allow me to rephrase. While it exists, it goes both ways equally often, more or less. But okay.

Bard is Illegal so ffffffffffffffffff.

NEW CHARACTER

1. What is your name? Is there a meaning behind it?

My name is Kaeli Alleyen. No, there is little meaning behind it, although my mother always used to call me her 'little enchantress'.

2. What do you look like? Please describe yourself.

I look like your average elf. I am very slim, dark eyes, dark hair, average height and build. I wear dark legging, generally black although sometimes brown on occasion, and will wear a black long sleeved top, with a brown leather jacket for casual wear. If I am practising my sword play, ill wear dark pants, and a white sleeveless top, to free up my arm and to allow for greater flexibility. If I wish to wear something smarter, I can wear a black strapless dress although I don't 'go out' often. I have a tatoo on my right upper arm, but I am unwilling to tell you all its significance. It glows with power whenever I channel my magic. I may or may not have tattoos in more private areas, but you will have to look for them first! 

3. How have you grown up; what has happened to you during your life? How and why did you learn your class features, etc.?

I was a member of a small clan of elves that lived on the outskirts of town. My tribe did nothing to bother anyone, however, when when I was but a girl, I was abducted by cultists. During the abduction, my parents were killed defending me, and the cultists took me away, to carry out a deominic ritual. What it was suposed to do, I still have no idea, all I remember is somehow harnessing the energy the ritual created, and using it to break my bonds and set myself free. That was the last time, for a very long time that I would ever use magic. It was almost like I felt short circeted, or perhapes I was worried about accidently channeling that much power again, or bypassing my limits. In truth, I didn't want to use magic after seeing the destruction I had wrought against my captors, I think my family dying as a result of my abduction also had an impact. 

Despite having freed myself, I quickly realised that I was different. I was felt stronger, and the tribe looked upon me with suspicion. Things were not always positive. I had terrible nightmares of my parents dying over and over, and I could never quite touch my magic since that day. The elders didn't know what to make of it. They could detect magic in my blood, but due to the trauma of the abduction, or perhaps due to some unforeseen consequence of my perhapes overextending my powers, I was unable to use my magic.

Eventually, I realised the clan held no attraction for me with no parents, and, unable to bear the hushed whispers any longer, set off alone. I spent a year alone in the wilds, barely a teenager, and struggling to survive daily. One day, starving and nearly dead with exhaustion, I encountered an old crone, who spotted me and without a word carried me to her shack, and fed me. I spent a lot of time with the crone, eventually realising she was a witch. My common nightmares quickly came to her attention, and eventually I told her my story. This witch was interested greatly by my lack of magical powers, and took it upon herself to break my mental block preventing me from being able to touch magic as I should. I do not know why she was so eager to help, maybe she was trying to atone for something, maybe she was simply curious, I do not know, but through her training, I was able to eventually cast spells, and in my spare time I began to study her spare scrolls and magical texts, eager to catch up on what I had been missing.

4. Why are you fighting in the Crusades?

Eventually, I realised that these nightmares of mine had to stop, and the witch hit upon the idea that perhaps I felt guilty that I had survived while more parents had not. I had no idea whether this was true or not, but eventually decided to assist in the Crusades. Not only would I give cause for demons to fear my name, that I had survived a ritual that was likely supposed to kill me and that I would now be making use of my life, bringing my parents honor and respecting their name. Perhaps by slaughtering demons and defending the less fortunate I could finally gain peace.

5. What do you hate?

I Hate all things demonic in nature, as well as people that consort with them. I used to hate myself for surviving when my parents had not, but am getting better at not blaming myself as the days go on.

6. What do you love?

I take appreciation in my skills the most, although I also appreciate solitude - I have spent far too much time alone. I enjoy nature, rivers and trees, and have a strong appreciation for awesome landscapes. Its been a long time since I let myself be open to the possibility of actually loving something or someone, and thus find new things to love every day!

7. What are you afraid of?

Mostly, im afraid that my lifes purpose will fail to have meaning. I am worried that I fail to make use of this second chance life has given me, and am worried that I will fail in the Crusades. Occasionally, I will fear sleep due to the nightmares I will receive, although since joining the Crusades I have noticed a decrease in frequency of my nightmares.

8. What religion do you follow? Why?

Sarenrae, mostly because I closely identify with what she symbolises. She is a female goddess, was the goddess of healing, which I identify with due to the mental healing I needed in order to use magic again, she is also goddess of the Dawn / Sun, symbolising the dawn of a new day, thus moving on from sorrow and achieving something with your life, as well as bringing an end to the night that so often was a cause of fear for me. Due to the above, I cannot help but think she has been watching over me, and thus wield a Scimitar as her symbol, as my chosen blade of destruction thus honoring her on the battlefield and with my skill with the blade.

9. What is your most treasured possession?

My Scimitar. It sounds crazy, but I had little possessions, and I was also good with it as a girl, due to funneling my energies towards it when I couldn't touch magic. Its been with me for much of my life, so much so that it feels like an old friend in my hand. The fact that it honors my chosen deity is merely a bonus and rather poetic.

10. Quick Summary
Name: Kaeli Alleyen
Race: Elf
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Magus
Mythic Path: Champion

Louise survey updated; answers to all questions BUT 1 and 3 have been modified.

Long Overdue bio for Cyndi!

1. What is your name? Is there a meaning behind it?

"Eh, what the hell?! I already told you my goddamn name! I'll say it slowly for ya: Cynthiaaaa Redgraaaave."

2. What do you look like? Please describe yourself.

"Are you blind in addition to being deaf? I have one eye and I can tell you what you look like! I am a pale-skinned tiefling whose horns are covered by her long, red hair and dressed in full armor. My tail is a bit curly and ends with a point, but ain't very good at carrying a weapon, so I don't pay it much mind. I also have an eyepatch. A very magnificent eyepatch, I must say."

3. How have you grown up; what has happened to you during your life? How and why did you learn your class features, etc.?

"I never had it easy growin' up. Dad got kicked outta the army for knockin' up a demon, so he managed to die a penniless drunk when I was still a little girl. I bummed around on the streets for a bit, begging to get food and whatever coin someone would give a little bastard demon child. Then... Well then I met Ricky and that strange woman.

It all started when the villagers of Kenabres got scared, and I mean real scared. You see, a recent demon attack killed an entire family on the outskirts of town and... Well let's just say it wasn't a good time to be in Kenabres if you had demon blood in you. I outran the mob, but ended up somewhere near the Worldwound, too near to have any hope of safety. I got myself right lost and hopeless and well... I hate admitting this, I started bawling like a newborn. I was pretty sure I was gonna die out there alone, being eaten by demons.

Then, I heard something... skittering and I looked up to see this strange furry head by me. I grew up on the streets and never left Kenabres, so I had never seen a Ratfolk, so I was terrified of this thing that was so close to me! I started screaming and flailing and anything just to scare it away. Then she started squeaking and I realized she was actually talking to me, with words and everything. Her name was Riqueza, Riqueza Paz, and she was the only reason we survived out there as long as we did. She got together some supplies she scavenged offa' some dead guys and we managed to evade the demons for some time. We eventually got surrounded and Ricky went down. I tried to hold them off with an old whip I found, but I couldn't manage to make a scratch on any of them. I didn't see where she came from, but suddenly some broad in white appeared and the demons ran off like deer in front of a hunter. The woman just took my hand, put Ricky on her back and walked with us. I don't even know how far we walked, but it felt like we walked for hours. We eventually met up with some soldiers heading back into Kenabres. They were hesitant to take us at first, but the woman just whispered something to the leader and he seemed to be okay with it.


When we got back to Kenabres, I was terrified of what would happen when the villagers saw me. But when they saw the leader of the soldiers, they just kinda... Stopped and looked at him. The village leader tried to get us to stay at an orphanage for a while, but Ricky was good with locks so we snuck out a lot. Eventually, the captain of the soldiers told the orphanage that he was going to take responsibility for us and that we were both getting a military education. We were much happier being able to train with the guards and Crusaders that came through Kenabres.


About 5 years ago, I decided I was ready to go on and do some mercenary work. The Crusaders' techniques for killing demons worked even better on humans, so I can say I was pretty proficient at it with some good reasonin'. I saved up enough money to set up my own band of mercs even! My darling Black Raptors might still be fledglings, but we ain't failed a mission yet!"

4. Why are you fighting in the Crusades?

"Well shoot, if you were the leader of a burgeonin' merc troop, wouldn't you accept a mission from Queen Galfrey herself? Can you imagine the publicity the Black Raptors will get from this? We'll be hiring by the hundreds soon!


Ok, that's not all of it. I do have this little blood feud thing with demons going on..."

5. What do you hate?

"Demons. Fucking demons. I mean, they took my eye. THEY TOOK MY EYE! ...Ok, I am calm and collected again.

It was about a year ago, right after I set up the Raptors. I managed to use some connections I made while freelancing to get us a gig killing some stupid demon cult stationed in Ustalav. We pinned them down right good in an adandoned, but all of a sudden 10, no 20 dretches come storming out of one of the wings. We managed to fight them pretty well, for just the five of us, and no one was badly hurt... Until one of the cultist bastards threw a knife at me. I knocked the dagger away, but a piece broke off and pretty much skewered my eye. You don't want to see what's underneath this patch... Or what I did to the bastard that threw it at me."

6. What do you love?

I love the Black Raptors, and money, and drinking, and whips, and sex... But most of all I love Ricky. She and I are very good friends... And that is all I will say about that."

7. What are you afraid of?

"I'm afraid Ricky's gonna go and get herself killed one of these days. I know we both love to fight, but for fuck's sake girl, learn to fire your guns when you are not in swinging distance from your target..."

8. What religion do you follow? Why?

"Calistria's got the goods for me. Who doesn't enjoy pleasure? Especially when mixed with a little pain, he he. Also, I consider myself pretty lucky... Certain incidents excluded. Did I mention I am an inquisitor for her? Well, it's a loooong story involving a drunken bet, my whip and 3 goats. It's less interesting than it sounds, really."

9. What is your most treasured possession?

*Cynthia pulls her whip from her holster.* "This baby's name is Alraune. I found her that day in Kenabres and I haven't put her down since. Sure a whip ain't the most practical weapon, but Alraune even has Cold Iron on her tip! Yessir, who ever set used this before loved her just as much as I do..."

10. Quick Summary
Name: Cynthia Redgrave
Race: Tiefling
Alignment: CN
Class: Inquisitor/Fighter
Mythic Path: Trickster