Character 96 - Kerrac

Going off stats alone, the options for this week’scharacter were a charisma-based caster or a ranged or possibly finesse weapons, combatant. I wasn’t quite fond of either of those concepts as I didn’t see the background information really pushing him toward being a charisma caster but I wanted social situations to be his wheelhouse. I looked through the rules on a class I have never really used before and decided that I could really sink my teeth into the background of a vigilante.

Kerrac

Although Andoran is seen as one of the most progressive countries in all of Golarion, its democracy is still fledgling and its people are not all equal. Even in the capital city, where elves, dwarves, humans, and halflings rub elbows as equals, the poor and homeless fill the streets. Half-elves and half-orcs are still looked down upon by those of pure blood even if they are availed the same “rights” as anyone else.

Kerrac was born to an elven mother whose family fell on hard times a generation before. His father was a strapping Kellid lad from Numeria who traveled halfway around the world looking to become rich and famous. The two fell in love – despite the protests of his mother’s parents – thus Kerrac was brought into the world in the slums of Almas.

Growing up, Kerrac saw the prejudices that those with money still had for those without. Even without kings and queens, the line between the upper class and the lower were still there. On top of his family’s social standing, being a half-elf saw him get bullied not only by the well-off,  who believed they were better than him, but also by pure-bloods in his own neighborhood.

Kerrac’s father never found the life he was looking for, although he continued to try and make his fortune. His hard work kept his family afloat but they were never able to leave the Almas district of Mugget, and the smell of dead meat and lye. It was in the gore of the slaughtered animals they found his body, mugged for what little he had earned that day.

Life was not all heartache and pain for the young half-elf. His mother loved him and did her best to see her son taken care of. Kerrac also found friendship and love to brighten his days; the halflingBaggard, his best friend who knew everyone from the lowliest beggar to the highest patrician’s aide and his lady love, Jania, who stuck with him even through his mistakes.

Even Kerrac was subject to his own prejudices. When he was trying to woo Jania, he wanted to show her that he was daring and strong. He knew of the mongrelmen encampments that laid just below the surface of the city and snuck into one. He destroyed some of their small shanty houses, thinking himself the hero for vanquishing the “monsters”. But what he saw as he left was people, not unlike himself, trying to make do. This was one of the few things he never told anyone, not even Jania, but it helped put him on his path.

Regardless of the corruption and the class disparity, Kerrac loved his city and sought to make it a better place. He knew he couldn’t do anything from his position in the slums of Mugget, but Baggard knew a guy who knew a guy. In order to bring justice to those who thought their money could buy them a free pass, the half-elf would have to mingle with those people. And thus was born Talric Phillarand III.

A rumor started here, a favored cashed in there. After many months the name of Talric was getting around. When the well-to-do foreign investor came on the scene, people were clamoring to know more about the mysterious figure. Little did anyone know that the man was a figment of Kerrac’simagination. An identity backed up with the help of Baggard and Jania, the only two who knew it was a false identity.

Talric was how Kerrac would gain confidences and information. He would move within the circles of the elite and help bring down those who felt they were above Andoran’s democratic ways. Although he prefers to find ways to out his target so that they can be made an example of by the justice of the realm if there is no other choice he will do away with the wrongdoer on his own. It is a task he’d rather not perform and has only had to once.

Still new to the life of a vigilante, he is lucky to have two confidants to back his play. He only hopes that what he is doing is right and the Abadar blesses his mission to bring justice to the places where the law can be bought.

What life path did your half-elf take? Who was his lover? How did his father die? Which monstrous humanoid did he destroy the property of?

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