Figured I better put this up eventually.
[hider=Arlen and his brother]
[CENTER][B][U]Brothers opposite[/U][/B]
These two half brothers share the same mother, a beautiful and powerful half angel who served as a bastion of light, she was pure and divine and in her brilliance and wisdom was granted the gift of [URL=http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Encyclopaedia_Arcane:_Chronomancy]chronomancy[/URL] which she came upon in her adventures.
Not all adventures went so well as before she found her kindred spirit and had her second child she was duped through deceptive dealings and trickery ending up as property, a show of wealth, to a cruel self serving efreet.[/CENTER] 

[B][h3][COLOR=gold]ARLEN :)[/COLOR][/h3][/B]

[B]Alias[/B]: 
[B]Gender[/B]: Male, 
[B]Race/Species[/B]: Aasimar
[B]Age[/B]: 14-18
[B]Alignment[/B]: CG
[B]Class/Profession[/B]: Lost young stable boy.
[B]Power Rating[/B]:
[B]Description[/B]: Unlike his older brother he has no affinity to a natural large and muscular frame. Instead he is closer on the scrawny side, thin yet lean. While tall for his age it is nothing of note. His emerald green eyes always sparkle with a curiosity or grieve determination, a dark mop if hair sits atop his head.
[B]Personality[/B]: Innocent, naive, pure and good hearted.
[B]Equipment[/B]: He owns very little, and the poor quality clothes, armour, buckler and sword he dose posses are old rustic, il-sized, and tattered. Nonetheless he holds and treats them with pride.
[B]Abilities[/B]: Uncovering his celestial blood and chronomancy  
[B]Backstory[/B]: 
[B]Miscellaneous[/B]: 


[B][H3][COLOR=red]''[/color][/h3][/B]

[B]Alias[/B]: 
[B]Gender[/B]: Male, 
[B]Race/Species[/B]: [URL=https://sites.google.com/site/pathfinderogc/bestiary/monster-listings/templates/cheitan-cr-varies-tohc]Cheitan[/URL] 
[B]Age[/B]: Late 20's
[B]Alignment[/B]: NE
[B]Class/Profession[/B]:Soldier, demonologist.
[B]Power Rating[/B]:High
[B]Description[/B]: [hider=Usual look]The tavern doors swings open, a long shadow casts out across the taver floor. A man of muscular build with broad shoulders, standing tall with authority and purpose at just above 6ft, enters. He is garbed in tight dark brown leathers and heavy travelling boots. Over that, blackened steel greaves protect his shins, a well polished ornate breastplate covers his chest and braces of the same darkened sturdy extravagant material extend to his solid gauntlets. He holds tight under his arm a visored helmet to complete the military ensemble.

His face, the only bare skin exposed, bares a man weathered by many a hardships and obstacles, aged by the sun and littered with long healed reminants of scars he would be estimated in his early thirties. Soft stubble litters his masculine jawline, the thick dirty blonde hair atop his head only adds to his rugged charm.

The one feature that truly makes the man unique is his deep dark mesmerising brown eyes with a soft copperish glow like that of burning charcoal.

A scent of brimstone flows on the air following him in. He makes his way to a secluded table eyeing those he walks past.[/hider]
[B]Personality[/B]: He poses the same self serving, cruel, arrogant, proud, nature of his father. He is tempermental but has a strong focus and iron will.
[B]Equipment[/B]
[B]Abilities[/B]
Low level chronomancy, (celestial blood) 
Allows him to react much quicker or analyse a battle, think things over and notice details in a split second. Unable to move outside of normal time. 
Create and control fire, (Cheitan blood)
While his efreet blood grants him these powers, to truly live amongst them and his father in the city of brass, prove his worth and survive the constant attacks, he needed to surpass the abilities and limitations of his half blood, and so his demonology began.
After some shady deals now he rivals the 6 great pashas.
Demonology he is adept at summoning and dealing with devils and demons.
[B]Backstory[/B]: 
[B]Miscellaneous[/B]: [hider=History and secrets]a bad demonic pact tempted against his ego saw him in unfavourable conditions, while the rewards were great and plenty the after math of the mission will stalk and haunt him for all eternity. He was flung into a demonic battle against the holy powers. A bound drone fighting an unknown cause, mercilessly with a thirst for power he went on toppling churches, slaughtering innocents and sending paladins and clerics alike back to their unknown god, all for an unknown demon lords will.

Finally in retaliation a celestial warrior was sent to end his tyranny and serve justice.
With all the foresight of the divine they could not anticipate that they were sending their greatest warrior against the one person she could and would not kill, her first son. 
As she tried to sway him with words like 'peace' 'love' and 'family' he felt only the years of hardship and cruelty her abbandonment had caused. Flooding over her words drowning them out were the countless calls of his father and the demons he summoned 'power' 'strength' 'kingship' 'dominion' these were the promises his path had layed before him. That one day he would return to the brass palace bringing honer to his father and gaining his acceptance and entitlement to the throne. All the residents would be forced to admire him and shower him in gifts instead of the usual berating and beatings.

While difficult, he did what the righteous would not, and on that day the devils delighted as the divine mourned because he killed his own mother.... A feat neither greater party would forget.[/hider]
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