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Craft DC25 +, 18 + and 22 +
PrerequisiteEvil Alignment +, Intimidate 4 ranks +, Craft (Alchemy) 4 ranks. +, Caster level 10th +, Knowledge (The Planes) 8 ranks +, Cha 13 +, Deformity (Gaunt)BoVD +, Willing DeformityBoVD +, Deformity (Blood) +, Evil alignment. +, Disturbing Presence +, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) 4 ranks +, Favored Enemy Aberration or Outsider (any) +, cannot possess any vile feats +, Decipher Script 8 ranks +, Knowledge (Arcana) +, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +, or Knowledge (The Planes) 4 ranks +, 5 HD +, 2 Vile or Deformity feats +, You must put out both your eyes +, 1st level only + and None +
SummaryYou blood is black like oil, and thick like sludge, seeping out of your wounds and your pores like some grotesque infection. +, You have learned to torture people in order to extract information that they would never give otherwise, and you are good at it. +, You can step through reality into another, but you do so at your own risk... +, You are disturbingly thin, to the point that your muscles can barely support your weight, and the slightest wind can actually blow you away. +, Your body is constantly bleeding from your pores, making it appear as though you are constantly sweating out your own blood. +, Your blood has grown caustic and corrosive, and eats through flesh and stone, burning like fire as it drips from your body. +, Your eyes appear to be made out of black onyx: blank, empty, sightless globes, set in red, slightly bleeding sockets, that seem to gaze into the soul itself. +, You lack a face, and where it would be, is instead a blank, featureless plane, devoid of emotion. +, Your body is as cold as ice, muscles and ligaments stiff with frost and your heart stuttering around ice crystals, as the icy cold blossoms out around you. +, Hooks of bone and flesh have grown across your entire body, sinking deep into your flesh and causing you excruciating pain at all times. +, The corrupt powers that seep through your body and mind have stretched and deformed your body, forcing you into a shape more to their liking. +, Your intimidating actions drives others to madness. +, Your maddening presence is everpresent and getting stronger... +, You are super effective against those-that-should-not-be. That's right, you DID just punch out Cthulthu. +, Your true name is unspeakable, an aberration unto reality, rendering you immune to its lexicon based manipulations. +, You put out your eyes, but still you can only see mad visions of the future to come. +, Your aging has been corrupted by aberrant biology, causing your body to grow more monstrous as you age, while your mind degrades into that of a beast. +, Your spells cause madness in all who are struck by them. +, You are capable of assuming a unwholesome form that should not be. + and Gain a tentacle attack, but unfortunately it has a mind of its own. +
TypeTorture +, Vile +, General +, Deformity +, Fighter + and Metamagic +