Aasimar
Angelic children are rare and treated with reverence for their parent's arrival during History of Still Wombs. Created between a mortal and an angel, or one of the still womb children; aasimars were born to the world. Those of this species exhibit features from their angelic parent's deity they served.
Aasimar Quirks
General
Deity Based
These are sample quirks based on what deity the angelic parent served; however, you may choose from the above proved forum, these samples below, or customize your own.Keeper of All
Civil Voice Whenever you read aloud from any written text, your voice changes to that of the writer. Even reciting the name of a tavern, graven upon the sign over it's door, your voice will change to that of the woodcarver, perhaps long dead, who crafted that sign.
You eyes are normally blank globes of purest white unless you stare someone in the eyes and concentrate. Doing so seems to open a visual portal to what awaits one in the afterlife, which means different things for different people- the good and/or innocent see a vision of the bounty of heaven, loved ones awaiting them in paradise, or the real-world effect of the good they do in life from the perspective of those who benefit from it; the evil and/or those somehow wanting see horrible and mocking reflections of themselves being tortured in the abyss that awaits them, loved ones long gone horribly disappointed by the choices they made in life, or perhaps visual reenactments of horrible crimes they committed from the perspective of the wronged. Casting Bane or Bless, limited by Charmisa Mod.
Horizon Traveler
Cloud 9 When you are sleeping, your body often floats - somewhere between a few inches to a foot depending on the depth of your sleep. You feel nothing different while you sleep, except dreams of open skies.
People who spend a regular amount of time in your company(at least 12 hours a day) find that they feel...good. The sensation isn't exactly addictive, and certainly not euphoric, but it provides a better sense of well-being, heightened spirits, and overall health. The problem is that people sometimes attribute runs of good fortune, general good times, and other positive experiences that have nothing to do with you to your presence, and people have come to blows over wanting your patronage before. There is no mechanical benefit to this trait, as it should be roleplayed out, but there are a number of NPCs in the world equal to half your character level that are seeking you out for their own selfish, misguided, and good-intentioned desires.
Moon Magu
Fate Writes Your skin bears illuminated silver script in Celestial, which appear to glisten in shadowy conditions, and very faintly glow in total darkness (less illumination than a candle, unfortunately). When you use your Daylight ability, the script slides along your body and floats off of your hand, flying to adorn whatever object or area you are illuminating. For the duration of the effect, your body is un-marked by the writing, and the glowing script swirls in the air around the target of the Daylight spell instead.
You can hear the sound of celestial bodies. The sun creates a thunderous dull rumbling roar as it crosses the sky. The moon has a strange discordant sound, like an out of tune string instrument stretched to the breaking point. The stars are tiny sounds, like bells or flutes or reedy pipes or tinkling metal or glass chimes, and when you gaze upon a particular star, it's distinct sound carries above the others. You often seem distracted, by this music that only you can hear, and the nights of the full moon are disturbing to you (as the wrong sound that the moon makes is loudest), while the nights of the new moon you like to stay up and listen to the many stars, which occasionally harmonize into beautiful melodies. You've seen one solar eclipse in your life, and when the dull roaring sound of the sun was obscured, you heard a strange pure sound coming up from the ground itself. You've only heard this sound once...
You remain calm and confident in all things. Even when afflicted by unreasoning terror, the result of a supernatural fear affect, you appear to be making a calculated tactical retreat. Your mind was designed before your body was born, indeed, your entire fate written, and as events transpire around you, you are filled with a sense of deja vu, but, for now, this information is locked away, so that no unworthy soul may pillage knowledge of the future away from you. Every skill that you learn, every book that you read, every sentence that is uttered in your presence, you both perceive in the moment, and remember having known all along. In the midst of the most shocking treachery, while others give voice to surprise and outrage, you think quite calmly, 'Yes, this was always to be the exact moment when he betrays us.'
The only visible distinction is your dead white eyes, which appear those of a blind person, although your sight is as clear as any other.
Dark Mistress
Oath of Light The act of drawing a weapon causes the ambient light to dim a little and your skin to faintly glow a cold, pale light.
Your body reacts with visual displays to contact with others, with swirling fractal patterns of pigmentation in varied colors swirling along your skin following the touch of another, fading as they spiral away from the point of contact. The display is even more impressive if someone runs their hands through your hair, as the display is one of tingling energy, forming a tiny aurora-like shimmer that moves around the hand of the toucher. These effects do not occur from your own touch, or that of animals, only other sentient beings.
Your appearance is fairly standard for an aasimar, with a faint metallic cast to your skin (golden if dark, silvery if paler), and cobalt blue highlights to your long black hair or a coppery hue if your hair is blonde. It is only at night, under the light of the moon, that your colors wash away, and your flesh grows cold to the touch, and pale and translucent, causing you to appear a spectral vision of your daytime appearance. The transition is startlingly swift, and those watching you step into moonlight can see the colors washing off of you like paint, to collect in a smear of color at your feet, which boils away in moments. Only under the light of the sun does your color more slowly return, and you greet the sun for long moments, standing stock still as warmth and color slowly creeps across your flesh, starting where the sunlight touches, and moving across your body until you are once again a creature of the day.
Soulflint
Death Tales You dream of the afterlife, and regard time in this world as a larval stage of the mortal races, with only those who have died and transcended this mortal world being, in your eyes, successful in having escaped the traps of this world. As a result, you spend much time in graveyards, recording the names of the departed, admiring those who've left behind legacies and tales of their good deeds. Your familiarity with these places, and your apparent contempt for the living, combined with your pale white flesh and angular features, has led some to think you're a corpse, and you do little to dissuade them, taking more comfort from your ruminations upon those long-departed.
Your touch brings life to the inanimate, however briefly, and when you brush your fingers along a length of driftwood, it darkens to it's original hue, before bleaching out again, seconds later. Only once-living things are thus affected, items of wool, linen, wood and bone, and small items may tremble and grow to resemble the colors and textures they held in life at your touch. In extreme cases, such as a quarterstaff carried in hand over a long trek, or a leather jerkin worn close to your skin for weeks, new leaves or soft fur may begin to sprout from the formerly dead material. If you leave the item behind, within a day, any new growth of leaves turn to autumnal colors, grow brittle and fall away, or any new growth of fur dries out and begins to shed.
Lucky Musician
Banker's Gift Your golden skin, silvery hair and silver-blue mithril eyes are the most obviously celestial of your features, but you find that the 'noble' metals also share a special kinship with you. When you hold a coin or object of gold, silver or mithril in your hand and sing to it, a faint echo of your words comes back to you, as the noble metal resonates with your song, growing every slightly warmer and more luminous as it 'sings' with you. Impure or alloyed metals respond with a slightly discordant tone, and false metals, such as pyrite or alchemical silver, remain lifeless lumps of ore in your hands.
You must wrap every exposed piece of your flesh in cloth, or the object which touches your flesh will produce a pure sound and other objects in the area will begin to make music for as long as you touch the object (or the song ends).
If you yell in anger or pain, your voice carries farther and often has underlying effects. Animals with hearing sensitivity are spooked or begin whining in reflection of your cry. If it is a cry of pain, family relatives, lovers or comrades have a sudden feeling of dread or anxiety - no matter where they are. If it is a cry of anger, any evil-aligned being within earshot has a sudden feeling of panic, and may suffer a shaken effect (with DC check).
Cradle Guardian
A Word When you speak plainly and truthfully, nobody, not even the foolish or those who argue for the sake of arguing, dares to contradict you.
Those you consider allies find your presence soothing, and while your presence provides no benefit against supernatural forms of emotional manipulation; mundane fears and doubts are eased in your company. Sleep is restful and tough rations are strangely satisfying. This aura has no effect on you; instead, you tend to be a nervous wreck, as the worries and cares and nagging doubts of everyone around you seem to flock around you, filling your nights with dreams of fears not your own, and your waking moments with suspicious whisperings and fleeting glimpses of things that are never there if you turn your head.
Huntress
Mercy When you lay your hands on a suffering creature and speak soothingly to it, its pain is eased (though it is not healed)
Sleek golden feathers are intermingled with your hair, and trail along the undersides of your arms, from pinkie finger to elbow, and then up to your underarm. Your eyes never seem to blink, and those viewing your sleek angular face have the impression that they are being sized up by a predatory bird.
Beast Baron
Gathering When you are relaxing or at ease, a certain type of animal seems to congregate around you - small birds, dogs, foxes, etc. This isn't something you activate and the animals aren't yours to command. They just seem to be comfortable in your presence.
If you bed down for the night on soft grass, the grass is not only unbent, but actually has become more vibrant and healthy overnight. Animal life is not as strongly effected by this, but if you place your hand upon an area covered with crawling vines, within a half hour, you will have to brush off a curious vine that has crawled upon your hand. You can place your hands upon a faded flower or wilting leaf and blow upon it, causing it to revive to full glory in about a minutes time, and you have taken to wearing certain types of flowering vine that grow high in trees upon your shoulders, sustained by air, sun, rainwater and the subtle energies that leak from your own skin.
Hearth Warden
Fields Where others have hair (or a beard), you have thick sheafs of rich barley, which you generally tie back, as it tends to flare out into an unruly mane, aspiring for the sun.
When you dance, any fires, even those of torches and candles, within the immediate area begin to dance with you, flickering as you bow and flaring up as you leap into the air. As you sway from side to side, the flames sway in time with your body. If you are ever slain, all non-magical flames of up to torch sized are instantly snuffed within 30 ft, and even medium-sized campfires or bonfires will ebb suddenly to red coals for a single round, before flaring up again to their normal output.
Whenever you grow angry, the ambient light in your immediate area decreases by one step, even if you are outdoors(consider yourself a torch for purposes of this effect).
Mask Deceiver
Iron Tells No Lies If you draw blood from an evildoer using a sword or similar weapon, his/her blood evaporates off off the blade.
Wounds you inflict in combat with people of evil alignments become little mouths that loudly bemoan the afflicted's choices in life.
You are born of a divine entity that offers comfort in exchange for listening to sins and regrets. Thrice per day, when a character reveals something new regret or harmful action to you, you are both affected by a bless spell. A character can only enjoy this effect once per day, and must reveal something that you did not know of(or extrapolate from what you know of them) before. It is important to note that the character in question does not necessarily need to regret what they did, and your own character may be something of a passive-aggressive voyeur as a result.
Nimesaaler
Skywrite on YOU Your hair blows in the wind, and your eyes are the color of the sky. Even if you are indoors or underground, if it is windy outside, your hair blows as if you were outside, and your eyes remain the startling blue of a clear day, the grey clouds of an overcast one, or the black starfield of a clear night. Unfortunately, this condition is tied to the place of your birth, and you cannot be readily used as a barometer to gauge the weather conditions outside, unless you remain near that place.
Your skin is black and white, like markings found on an orca and you have always felt a connection with marine mammals, especially dolphins/dogs/seahorses and can communicate with them. Find comfort in the water and are a natural swimmer.
Seeking Scholar
Perfectio- Events around you adopt a strange mathematical progression. If you tap your fingers randomly, the tapping is as precise as a metronome. When you blow a smoke ring, it forms into a diminishing fractal pattern, and if you spill a bag of grain, the grain piles into a neat pyramid. You are not naturally obsessive-compulsive, but coins just fall out of your pouch in neatly divided piles of copper, silver and gold...
Your skin has the feel and color of old parchment, and along it's surface are inscribed holy texts of a diety from the upper planes (which may not necessarily be your diety of choice...) in golden ink. On your back, the holy writing differs slightly from a famous passage which ended somewhat abruptly, and your version extends for several more lines, which, in context, change the meaning of what had been written before. You try to keep this controversial passage out of view, but it has been seen and commented upon before (indeed, since it's on your back, you've never seen it, save in a mirrored glass), and there are some who believe it blasphemous, and others who believe it to be a divine 'eratta' sent down to correct the original text. Regardless of your faith, you find it of vital importance to avoid the clergy of this particular deity, as the words on your back could threaten a holy schism in the church...
Jack Trademaster
Meaning of A Name Your appearance is classical 'aasimar,' but your celestial name seems to have a special significance. It has an echoing resonance, whenever you speak it aloud, such that even if you merely whisper your name, the whisper seems to hiss like an unseen breeze or hidden serpent. The angels, archons, azata and agathions have their own minor dialects of the celestial tongue. An azata frowned upon learning your name, and shook her head sadly, "Such a heavy burden to place upon one so young." Later in life, an imp familiar, snatching up their master's soul to carry to its final destination, stopped upon hearing your name, before breaking into laughter and wishing you "Good luck with that."
Cool ivory skin, solid blue eyes and metallic golden hair, your aasimar nature was never in doubt. At a young age, you were kidnapped and sold to a evil person/devil/demon, who was pleased to have an angel-blooded subject for his experiments. A strip of scalp above your right ear was the first thing he took, followed by your right eye, which he crafted into an azure talisman that protected its bearer from the effects of harsh light. His last masterpiece was the skin from your left hand, arm, shoulder and a portion of your left breast and back, to fashion a fine 'angel-skin' garment for himself. As the sun shone through the small window in your cell, it's light brought about a sort of miraculous rebirth with your body accepted its full celestial heritage. Your eye, the skin removed from your left arm, hand, back and chest, and even the small section of scalp you lost first returned, but they grew back golden scaled, with spikes of keratin in place of hair on your scalp, fine claws atip your fingers, and a golden-green eye, slitted and reptilian. Over the years since, you have received a scar on your leg, which also healed to reveal golden scars beneath the ivory skin, and, most recently, a scar on your golden-scaled left arm, which healed to resemble glossy black metal, covered with faint blue luminous glyphs.
You find that blades fit smoothly to your hand, and even if not skilled in their use, you can swing them around impressively, the finer the blade and the purer the metal, the more the blade seems to sing through the air, humming slightly, as if in satisfaction from knowing your touch. If you become skilled in the use of a sword, and heft a masterwork or better quality example of such a blade, it slowly transforms within your grasp, as traceries of celestial script in fine gold leaf soon decorate the hilt, handle, and over the course of a week or more, flow up the length of the blade in flowery script. If the blade leaves your possession, over the course of days, the gilt fades away and crumbles to worthless powder.
Origin/Ancestry
Angelic, subspecies do exist
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