Old Version - Aphose Deathbringer
Level 2 Changeling Monk (Assassin)
|Build: Centered Breath Monk|
Monastic Tradition: Centered Breath
Background: Occupation – Infiltrator (Bluff class skill)
Str 10; Con 12; Dex 18; Int 13; Wis 14; Cha 16
AC: 17 Fort: 14 Reflex: 16 Will: 16
HP: 29 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 7
|Trained Skills: |
Insight +10, Thievery +10, Bluff +11, Perception +8, Stealth +10
Acrobatics +5, Arcana +2, Diplomacy +4, Dungeoneering +3, Endurance +2, Heal +3, History +2, Intimidate +4, Nature +3, Religion +2, Streetwise +4, Athletics +1
Speaks: Common, Deep Speech, Draconic, Giant, Goblin
Reads/Writes: Common, Daelkyr, Davek, Iokharic
Shadow Initiate; Linguist
|Monk At-Will Powers:|
1: Five Storms
1: Dancing Cobra
|Monk Encounter Powers:|
1: Drunken Monkey
|Monk Daily Powers:|
1: Masterful Spiral
|Monk Utility Powers:|
2. Harmonious Discipline
+1 Final Sleep ki focus, adventurer's kit, belt pouch, wineskin, camoflauged clothing, climbers kit, disguise kit, 2 flasks, flint and steel, footpads, 3 sets of false identification papers, journeybread (x10), small flute, thieves tools, bag of marbles, 2 pcs chalk, 5ft of twine, small knife, bandolier with 8 shurikens. 180gp.
Items that enhance unarmed damage
Items that enhance battlefield mobility
Items that enhance natural defenses
Items that increase stealth and thievery
Items that increase bluff, insight, perception
Items that increase overall survivability
Items that enhance changling powers
Items with interesting effects
Always seeking a way to add rogue multicalss capabilities to the character
Always seeking ways to broaden out powers across the monk, assassin, and rogue classes
Essentially looking for way to build the difinitive ninja in 4E – the historical version specifically
|Appearance and Mannerisms:|
Aphose Deathbringer, Dark Son of the Endworld Order, is a shapechanging assassin who has molded his body and mind into the very weapons used to take the lives of his victims. He is a master of deception, capable of morphing into any medium humanoid form and mimicing its proper mannerisms with near flawless perfection.
Rarely using his own true face, Aphose most often appears in the guise of a tall bald headed human – either male or female depending on the situation, portraying himself as a simple commoner. In his natural form, his skin is completely white and his oversized eyes swell into dark rings. Long silver white hair hangs from his head, and his thin appearance borders on the edge of false frailty. One side of his face is covered by a terrible scar of intricate design, identifying him as a convicted thief in the city of Sharn. From time to time this scar pulses with dark energy, and though he has not noticed, the scar on his face has begun to shift and grow in size of its own accord, winding its way down his neck and across the side of his head.
Aphose has survived on the mean streets of lower Sharn, in the savage lands of Droaam, and among the stark mountain peaks of the endworld range. He has suffered at the hands of a merciless master and thrived under the tutelage of wise teachers. He has fallen into darkness and been lost to the light for most of his life. Death has been his closest ally and most feared opponent, one that he has met on the field of battle time and time again. Who, and what he is though, is a great mystery – even to him. He long ago lost himself in an array of false identities and shifting personas.
The last few months of his life have been the first to call his own – and perhaps he has begun to crawl his way clear of past deeds to live a new life, one that has yet to be defined. Only time will tell.
Two or three members of his former gang
His dragonborn rival from his gang days, who betrayed him
The junior member of house Tarkanan the gang worked for
A fellow prisoner in the lower dungeons of Sharn One or more aquaintances in Droaam
Two or three of the monks from the Endworld order
Grolanad, his former master and fellow assassin
The government official who was imprisoned after his daughters were killed
His fathers new wife – the woman who gave him purpose
Any one of a number of his previous patrons or the families of his victims
A network of underworld contacts and guild connections that he can still take advantage of from time to time
|Goals and Motivations:|
Vengeance for the death of his father by ending the life of Grolanad, his former master. Nothing else matters at this point and time.
Originally hailing from the lower bowls of Sharn, Aphose was raised (for a time) by his drunkard father in Lower Menthis. His father eeked out a living as a bouncer for a minor house of ill repute wedged in amongst the dives that litter the city's red light district. Knowing nothing of his mother, and recieving no mention of her from his father – who just grunted at any questions about her, Aphose largely raised himself, surviving on his own on the dangerous streets of the lower city.
As often happens with such youths, Aphose fell in with a street gang that did small jobs for a junior member of House Tarkanan. Over time, he developed great skill in the arts of infiltration and thievery, using his racial abilities and natural born skill to rise up within the ranks until he was the leader of his own gang, called the Firelight Stalkers. A dragonborn rival within the gang eventually betrayed young Aphose, leading to his arrest by the Sharn Watch. Once in their custody he was branded across the right side of his face as a thief, and sentenced to 5 years in the dank prisons lying deep beneath the city. Luckily, his captors were unaware of his true nature, and he was able to escape his confinement a few months later.
Hastily departing the city of towers, Aphose headed towards the lands of Droaam to live amongst its monsterous denzins – hoping to find a place he could call home. Sadly things did not turn out as he had hoped. Living amongst the goblins and trolls that reside there, he found life to be even starker than his time in Sharn. With no real rule of law, survival was an every day battle – one that he nearly lost on a couple of occassions. While he learned a great deal living amonst the cruel citizens of Droaam, his lessons were hard earned and after three years, he decided it was time to move on and seek life elsewhere.
Wandering for the next couple of years, he found himself dwelling longest in the most unlikely of places – a monestary hidden deep in the Endworld Mountains. There he was accepted, even appreciated for his gifts. While living there he was trained in the martial arts and taught to use his mind and body as weapons in the defense of his life and the lives of those dearest to him.
Though the monks of the Endworld Order had great patience and high hopes for Aphose, they could not shake him of his harsh leanings, bordering on the edge of cruelty. In sparring matches he was much too rough with the other initiates of the order, and would often play nasty tricks on people. It was also quite clear that he was unwilling or unable to trust those around him, even for a moment. These traits were not lost on one visitor though, a tall githyanki lord who was passing through at the time.
Grolanad was impressed by the prowess of the young changeling, and recognized his unique combination of gifts as possibilities and potential. Grolanad was a life-long assassin with a dark, ruthless reputation for results. He saw Aphose as a potential heir to his assassin lineage and coerced him into service. Taking one last look back at the ancient monestary, Aphose had no idea what he was leaving behind or the kind of future that would become his destiny.
His training under Grolanad was a thousand times worse than anything Aphose had experienced to date. He was torn down and rebuilt in the image of a true death dealer. Every ounce of humanity and compassion was ripped from his soul, leaving a relentless, ruthless being that quickly gained prominence amongst the ranks of assassins guilds across Khorvaire.
As Grolanad had predicted, the changelings natural talents and learned abilities made him a deadly killer, able to infiltrate nearly any setting and take out a target from a position of trust. and this is how he was used – time and time again; until the wars ended and a tentative peace settled across the land.
With the war behind them, Grolanad and Aphose found themselves selling thier services for acts of spying, thievery, and assassination amongst the great houses. Thier path of murder was bathed in the blood of innocents who had simply become 'inconvinient' for those in power, or with enough money to aquire thier services. Eventually Aphose began to feel a tugging at his heart and started to question his choices – and his place in the world.
During one job, sent out to kidnap the daughters of a prominent government official, Aphose finally encountered a situation that brought his whole world crashing down. Once the official had performed the act of espionage required to secure the safety of his precious daughters, Grolanad was ordered to take thier lives anyway and to send their heads to the rivals of the official with a letter describing his secret act – outing him, discrediting him, and placing him in prison. Aphose could not participate in such a devious plot, and there was a confrontation between Aphose and Grolanad that ended badly. Aphose left to pursue his own path.
Feeling that he had been betrayed by his apprentice, Grolanad concocted a grand scheme to teach Aphose a lesson and remind him who the master was. It took several months to set up, but through a third party Aphose was brought in to fulfill a contract to take out a crime lord back in his home city of Sharn. Although Aphose had made the choice to end his participation in the slaughter of innocents, the idea of taking out a criminal, especially one with the history of this particular target, appealed to his growing, though still oddly warped sensibilities.
According to his employer, this partricular target had a penchant for devious acts with small children, the raping and murder of women, and was very influential in the sale of Sharn's most addictive, and dangerous drugs. All in all, an individual in serious need of a quick death. The instructions from his employer were clear – though unusual. The emphasis was on Aphose keeping his distance and taking out his mark from affar. Not a strategy that he was accustomed to, but performed admirably anyway.
With a sense of satisfaction over the death of such a miserable being – Aphose's heart was wrenched from him when he discovered that the identity of the man he had killed was none other than his very own father. While his father had not been much to look at during the childhood Aphose had suffered through, the elder doppleganger had cleaned up his act at the behest of a new woman in his life and had risen above his previous station, now earning a living as a carpenter beloved by friends and neighbors. It did not take long for Aphose to put the pieces together and trace the treachery back to Grolanad.
With hate and vengeance in his heart Aphose tracked him down and confronted him. This time the battle was a deadly one, ending with Grolanad landing a killing blow on Aphose, dropping the apprentice to the ground bleeding to death from an unrecoverable strike intended to pierce his heart. Aphose passed out from blood loss and Grolanad thought he was dead, but Aphose, being smarter than given credit for, had used his changeling powers to move his vital organs within his own body before the confrontation, shifting them to locations that rendered them less exposed to the blade of the githyanki assassin. Aphose lived, but now knew he was no match for his former master in a direct confrontation.
Aphose returned to the Endworld Order and begged to rejoin the sect as a student once more. Seeing the desperation for acceptance in his eyes and sensing the sencerity of his heart, they allowed him to return to thier ranks. Aphose has spent another year living amongst the monks of his order, living in service to them and being true to a new sense of purpose and fulfillment in his life.
Unfortunately, this time of peace ended for Aphose when word reached his ears that Grolanad was up to his old tricks again, this time in league with devils and other dark forces to put a new and terrifying plot into motion. Knowing that he needed to find closure with his past before true peace could be found, Aphose left the monestary once more and set out on the path of his most hated enemy, this time intending to use all that his master had taught him of lies, deception, and death to end the githyanki's life once and for all.
Tracking Grolanad to the lands of Thrane and the Seawall Mountains of Breland, Aphose has followed a long and spotted trail leading him to a band of savage mountain kobolds who worship the black dragon Faestius. They are the last to have seen a figure matching Grolanads description and speak of a fortress hidden in the mountains where the 'tall man and the short man' come from and take members of thier tribe away, never to be seen again. Aphose was heading in the direction they described when a loud explosion shook the mountains. This is where our story begins…