Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets
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				Title: <strong>Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 19:30:52</strong>
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				Please post Character Sheets first, then launch into any ooc discussion you'd like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 11:41:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/Fatemeh.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Lady_in_Black.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Fatemeh Taleghani / The Lady in Black (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1461873)</span><br>Lawful neutral / Neutral good human vigilante 4<br><br><strong>Concept:</strong> By day, Fatemeh Taleghani is an eager and well-spoken scholar of history, the Qur'an and politics. She is currently living in the USA after escaping the brutal drow regime that has taken hold of Iran. She advocates for aiding the oppressed humans of Iran and for women's rights worldwide. But by night, she is the Lady in Black, scourge of drow, protector of the innocent, and bringer of justice!<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Fatemeh was born in Tehran in 1898 to upper-middle class parents who ensured that she had the best education possible. Her father was an imam who taught her to read the Qur'an and learn the history of Persia, and her mother was a well-travelled author who ensured that her secular education was second to none. It seemed certain that Fatemeh would be at the forefront of the new wave of educated women in Iran, but everything changed when the drow attacked.<br><br>The drow saw little value in Iran's culture or its universities. All they wanted from the country was oil, and slaves who could mine it for them. Fatemeh's father was pressed into service in an oil rig, and she and her mother were forced to serve as administrative staff to the drow's mining operations. Life under the drow was harsh and humiliating, and, for many slaves, short. However, the people of Iran still kept their traditions alive, sharing their art and their faith behind closed doors and when the drow were sleeping. Fatemeh used her education to spread knowledge throughout Tehran, never letting the drow snuff out their culture for good.<br><br>Books and knowledge could only do so much, though. The drow treated their slaves cruelly, and in 1920, Fatemeh began to fight back in earnest. She discovered a gang of drow youths ransacking a museum while she was out on an errand for her mistress, and she knew she had to take action. She slipped into the museum and found an old scimitar that was purported to have belonged to Agha Mohammad Shah, a Sultan of Iran from over a century ago. The scimitar was a replica, of course, but it proved deadly enough when Fatemeh struck from the shadows to drive away the drow who were destroying artifacts and toying cruelly with the museum's aged curator. She knew then that it was her duty to protect her people from the drow, and perhaps one day to drive them out of Iran altogether. She began to patrol the street of Tehran when she could slip away from her duties, disguising herself in the same plain black burqa that so many of her compatriots wore, unnoticed by their drow overlords until it was time for her to strike.<br><br>For five years, the Lady in Black protected the people of Tehran from their oppressors, while Fatemeh Taleghani worked quietly as her mistress's secretary, gathering information that might one day be used against the drow. The drow were taking notice of her activities, though, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before the Lady in Black was unmasked. With a heavy heart, and no small measure of guilt, she used her network of contacts to arrange for herself to be smuggled out of Iran, to start a new life in America, where she could speak out against the drow with little fear of reprisal, and perhaps even gather allies for the fight to free her people.<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Fatemeh had planned to find a nice scholarly Iranian man and raise a family, but the arrival of the drow threw those plans into disarray. Knowing that she might never marry, she has entered into a few brief relationships with fellow slaves, male and female, and found some joy and solace in their companionship. She is circumspect about her sexuality, but does not hesitate to pursue someone she finds attractive and compatible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Waldham</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 22:30:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Carmen_by_dmitrys-d7s3qo9.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Providence</span></strong></span> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1462291)<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Human Empiricist (and/without Forensic Physician) Investigator</em></span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft"><strong>Profile</strong></div><hr><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Hair Color:</strong>&nbsp; Black</li><li><strong>Eye Color:</strong>&nbsp; Brown</li><li><strong>Skin Color:</strong>&nbsp; Bronzed</li><li><strong>Height:</strong>&nbsp; 6' 1"</li><li><strong>Weight:</strong>&nbsp; 180 lbs</li><li><strong>Gender:</strong>&nbsp; Female</li><li><strong>Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Pansexual</li><li><strong>Alignment:</strong>&nbsp; Chaotic Neutral</li></ul><br><div class="floatleft"><strong>Concept</strong></div><hr>She puts her faith in facts, data, confirmed observations, and consistently repeatable experiments—these things are her currency of truth.<br>First and foremost Providence is superhumanly intelligent, especially when it comes to predicting and manipulating human behaviour. His inhuman perception allows him to see a persons deepest secrets and flaws after a few glancing moments or a conversation.<br>Though human, Providence has a superhuman intellect and the unexplainable ability to mold logic, sense and rationality to her will. Through words, gestures and expressions, he can subvert and dominate the will of even the greatest minds around.<br>Without any recognized psionic skill such as telepathy or telekinesis, Providence's mind has entered conceptual territory so far above our own that one might as well attempt explaining physics to an ant." Providence's brilliance usually shows itself in his ability to quickly figure out just about anything, from how to operate complex machines, how systems (social or technological) work, what the perfect strategy for any given situation is.<br>She isn't limited to verbal communication, she is just as dangerous with gestures and facial expressions. Any form of communication is a weapon for Providence. In addition to this, she's not helpless in physical combat should that ever be a last resort.<br><br><div class="floatleft"><strong>Background</strong></div><hr>She raised in a corporation. As a child, he grew at an amazing rate. The scientists working on him thought that he was imprisoned in his test tube, but at nights he would sneak out to learn more about the world outside. The scientist of the corporation was unwilling to let Providence go until Providence handed her a note with several numbers on it. The scientist immediately agreed to release Providence. When asked what the numbers meant, Providence explained that the top one was the phone number of the scientist's wife, the other four were the phone numbers of the scientist's mistresses.<br><br><div class="floatleft"><strong>Personality</strong></div><hr>She always seems to be a step ahead of everybody else. People are like pawns on a chess board which he moves around with ease, always multiple steps ahead of others. Words are his most dangerous weapon, allowing her to subtly apply psychological pressure, she can quickly manipulate people, forcing them to do what she wants or erasing specific memories.<br>Usually she manipulates circumstances so that he has no need to fight. Her ability to manipulate others not only allows for a personal army to fight for her, but rarely do her enemies find themselves able to lift a finger against her. More often than not anyone fighting her is stopped by Providence taking advantage of a weakness, or his enemies find it too costly to attack her.<br><br><div class="floatleft"><strong>Sexuality</strong></div><hr><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Ons:</strong> She likes all physical characters except obese and overweight. She prefers female and hermaphrodite partners. She can copulate with all races and species if she attracted by the partner. She likes knotting cock, large and small breasts, big and multiple penises, tentacles. Emille is not paying enough attention to the status. <br>She likes anal and vaginal sex, the bondage, domination, multiple partners, oral sex, sex toys.</li><li><strong>Offs:</strong> She doesn't like giving or receveing ennemas, scat. She hates pain and torture.</li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 09:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/fe2510fb4d84cccd3dabe98795df6bb6/tumblr_p2cx31omIZ1utyn51o1_1280.png)</div> <span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khismia, or "Ruby Amberwithe"</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lawful Good Halfling Unchained Monk 1 / Sacred Attendant Cleric of Arshea 3 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1450275)</em></span><hr> <br><strong>Concept:</strong> A Qadiran nomad-monk who, stranded in a strange world, has taken on a life of entertainment through bellydancing; She proselytizes to her fans and acquaintances about the faiths she brought from Golarion, all while seeking enlightenment through experience.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aakif was fortunate, for an orphan. When the weeping plague burned through the streets of Lopul, laying low camel-herd and merchant prince alike, the monks of the joyous cloud took in the halfling babe left squalling in the streets. Along with a dozen other such foundlings, Aakif - as the gardener who tended him named the boy - was raised in the curious culture of the monks. Combining traditions of their distant Vudran forbears and their long history in Qadira, the monks of the joyous cloud combined discipline and contemplation with bouts of exuberance and passion, which they called aydinlatma.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he came of age, Aakif took a sleeping roll, a belt of horsehair, and an alms bowl, and left the monastery. It was tradition, to see the world as it is, rather than simply contemplating it from within walls. Before he got fore than five streets away from the monastery walls, Aakif was punched in the head and his bowl stolen. It would have been shameful to run back, not even half an hour gone! The took the loss in stride, a learning experience. After a few more of these, Aakif had figured out how to fight back and protect himself. it took another two scuffles for Aakif to come to a realization; he would never be safe along on the streets of Lopul, and would never learn much more than thievery, moneylending, and head-punching. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The caravan-master he approached was more than happy to bring the young monk along; halflings are good luck, eat little, and the monks of Lopul were known to be good fighters (even if this one looked a little bruised.) On the long journeys on the Golden Path through Qadira, Aakif learned a great many things. One of the most important was that he loved to dance; through the movements he felt <em>aydinlatma</em>, that surge of joy and closeness to all things. He also enjoyed being painted and dressed by the women of the caravans, and the applause of the men - and making love to both. In time, Aakif abandoned the name he had been given, and instead took the name Khismia and began living as a woman even when not dancing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was in the dry borderlands between Katheer and Taldan that the <em>event</em> happened. Khismia, several goats, and a handful of other caravaneers took one step too many and ended up in a rainy cobble-lined city that smelled of smoke and howled with bustle; Atlanta, she learned it was called. Apparently several members of a marching band had vanished into thin air to be replaced with Khismia and her fellows. Coming to terms with this new place has been a challenge. Just the chaos of those first two years was maddening! Learning the language was probably the hardest part. The culture was so alien that Khismia mostly gave up trying to conform. Fortunately, these days there are outlets for that; it's 1924, after all! Khismia has taken the stage name "Ruby," and once again dances. She was overjoyed to learn that this world has similar dances, and has been busy seeking out and practicing with like-minded men and women. Along the way, she tries to spread the philosophy of aydinlatma, and the faiths she was brought up with; the lover-goddesses Shelyn and Sarenrae, and the servants of dance, Arshea and Avasha. While this has made her pretty popular among some of the more hip crowd, it <em>has</em> on occasion led to trouble with the local faith leaders and authorities...<br><br><strong>Description:</strong> Ruby only stands three feet and two inches tall, and is built as light as a feather. Her caramel-hued skin is accented by a speckling of freckles earned in the sun, offset by clear amber eyes and thick, dark brown hair. Her form is slender, with a slight chest and narrow hips, what curves are there are easy to see as she favors the form-fitting dresses of the day, worn just below the knee. On stage - or when she feels like it - she dons the garb she brought to this world, an assortment of veils, ribbons, chimes, and airy fabric that allow for total freedom of movement; when so revealed, it's clear that the small woman has a core of taut, sleek muscle, which she moves with deliberate grace. She speaks with a rich timbre, at least considering her sex and size, and laughs easily and fully. <br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> On the long caravan trips, Ruby found pleasure and companionship with men and women alike, with halflings, with humans and elves. Aside from the apparent need for more discretion, that hasn't really changed much in this world. Though she doesn't have the word for it, she would be considered fully pansexual. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 21:33:04</strong>
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				This got off on the wrong foot, all. With an early no show and some slow starting, let's put this on hold for now and try again soon.&nbsp; I apologize for the miscue on my part.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Waldham</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 22:18:15</strong>
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				You abandon, is it right ?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 23:32:51</strong>
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				Temporarily yes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 00:17:23</strong>
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				Sorry to hear. Wan't quite sure where / how to drop my halfling in...&nbsp; :-\
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gates of Sand and Stone {PF 1927} - OOC and Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 11:23:58</strong>
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				Sorry it didn't work out. If you do decide to start it up again later, I'll try to post in a more timely fashion.
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