Okay, I never did do up a full thing for my superhero, Sharn's defender, The Black Dragon. So, here he is. Statblock, gear, backstory, flavor, the whole nine yards, ready to drop into any Sharn game.
The stars are shining overhead through the patchy clouds. One of the few nights of the year when it isn't raining in Sharn, but the night is still early yet, give it time. A man takes a can of garbage to the front of his home, constantly looking up and down the street. Its not a good idea to be out alone at night in the lower regions of Sharn, but he would only be out for a few moments, then he'd be back inside with the door barred shut. A glance across the street shows the two roughnecks still standing nonchalantly in front of that door, although the illusion is rather spoiled by the fact they've been standing there for over an hour now. Neighborhood is getting worse, some bigshot lowlife must be in there, but it doesn't matter. Just keep your head down, and hope it doesn't get lopped off.
Turning to go back inside before that half-orc and the dwarf notice him looking at them, the man pauses as a wind kicks up. Ignore it, go inside. As he reaches for the door however, he is plunged into darkness for just a moment as a shadow passes overhead. Looking up, he sees nothing but Zarantyr shining fully in the sky. Except for, there! A shadow just passed in front of Olarune, momentarily block it's rusty orange crescent from view! He should go inside, where it's safe, but curiosity has him now. He follows the path of... whatever it is as the stars wink out and then back on in it's passing, until it flies directly in front of Barrakas, the lantern moon. A pair of great wings, the moonlight shining through the thin flaps of skin between the wing ribs. A long body that tapers to a point at the end, and... a pair of curved horns at the head, a dragon! Its not very big, but its getting closer!
The man hides behind his garbage cans, but pokes his head up enough to see whats going on, thinks better of it, then slaps an old issue of the Chronicle on his head to try and hide it, but keeps watching. The dragon circles overhead, but the guards aren't paying attention to the skies, just the streets. They don't notice it! The man watches as the shape swoops down several blocks away. Its hard to see, but he swears the tail split in two as the wings wrapped around the body, and next he knew, it was walking towards them as a man would.
A block away, and he can see the dragon man more clearly. The wings are wrapped around his body like a cloak, held together in the front by a single claw on each wing curled and linked together. As the wing cloak's edges billow back in the wind, glistening black scales are revealed covering it's body. Great claws where his hands should be, and a head... a head with great fanged jaws flanked by curling horns! Almost solidly black from head to toe, it just keeps striding forwards, so confident in itself that it doesn't seem to be concerned at being out of place.
There, the two thugs see him! The half-orc has a club, and the dwarf has drawn a crossbow, they're actually going to try and fight? The dragon crouches, then lunges, it's wings unfolding to carry it dozens of feet onto the top of the orc in a hearbeat. There, it lashes with it's claws, over and over! The half-orc isn't moving, and the dwarf doesn't look like he knows quite what to do. The dragon rises, and makes towards the dwarf as they finally remember the crossbow in their hands. The dwarf raises the crossbow and fires... the bolt strikes the thing right in the heart, but its still standing! As the dwarf fumbles for another bolt, it just looks down at the bolt sticking out of it's heart, then reaches up with a clawed hand, and rips the bloody thing from its chest, and snaps it like a twig! There, the dwarf has some brains after all, he's running for it! A blur strikes him in the back of the head and darts back towards the dragon, who turns to the door as the dwarf falls the ground. He's not moving either...
The dragon thing is looking at the lock on the door. Suddenly, it spits a glob of green liquid onto the lock, which begins smoking and then melts away. The man behind the garbage cans has had enough, this thing could come after him next, after all! As he inches backwards, he trips and falls over another can behind him, instantly drawing the gaze of that black thing straight to him. The man panics, he scrambles backwards as fast as he can towards the door, grobes for the handle, and is then inside as the door bolt is thrown into place. Its all the man can do to lay against the wall and pray to whichever god is listening that that thing will just go away, that he isn't worth the trouble... He stays there until sunrise before going back out. The bodies of the two thugs are gone, several of the windows of the building across the street are broken out, and people are beginning to fill the streets with normal morning traffic.
The man knows that wasn't just any dragon he saw last night. It was *THE* dragon! The Black Dragon!
Its just before sunrise as the warforged servant opens the doors to the hidden balcony on the back side of the high tower in Upper Sharn. The master should be returning soon. Turning his back, the warforged walks back inside the tower as the rustling behind him announces his master's arrival.
"Were you successful?" he askes without turning.
"Yes Keeper, I was. The rumors were right, the Boromor were setting up another base on the east side."
The warforged, Keeper, turns with a tray and calmly walks back to his master, as if having a dark dragon landing nearby was an every day occurance to him.
"It looks like you were injured again." He lifts a rod from the tray and begins tracing patterns over it's surface as his master removes it's winged cloak and drapes it over a nearby piece of furniture.
"Yeah, a dwarf with a crossbow got a lucky shot off. The armor is the only thing that stopped it, and just barely at that..." It grasps the claw on one arm and gives a tug as it comes off, revealing human flesh underneath. Both claws sit on the table as he lifts the stylized helm from his head revealing long brown hair and pointed eartips, then slumps into a chair and starts undoing hidden buckles on the sides of his armor. The warforged has the rod glowing now, and passes it repeatedly over the bleeding hole in the half-elf's chest.
"Its deep, and you know its not going to heal properly unless you sit still for a moment. Now stop fidgiting."
"Yes, mother" the man says with a grin, but only changes to trying to kick his clawed boots off instead.
After quickly washing, the half-elf is striding down a gilded hallway as he ties his long hair back into a ponytail behind his head with a silk ribbon.
"Well, lets see whats on the schedual today..." as he pushes through a pair of heavy doors into a room of well dressed people calling out "Master Norrin, Master Norrin, a moment of your time please!"
Jadin Norrin, The Black Dragon
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Ranger (Urban variant, Unearthed Arcana), 5 levels
PrC: Vigilante (Complete Adventurer), 5 levels
CR: 12 (10 from class levels, +2 from greater than standard wealth)
AC: 20 (10 base, +6 armor, +3 Dex, +1 Shield), up to 24 (as before, +4 from paired +2 Defending spiked guantlets)
Abilities: Str 14, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 11, Wis 12, Cha 14
*Note: Level based stat increases, 1 point to dex at lvl 4, 1 point cha at lvl 8
Saves: Fort +6, Refl +11, Will +7
Skills: Gather Info: 10 ranks (+17), Intimidate: 8 ranks (+10), Knowledge (Local-Sharn): 10 ranks (+10), Search: 7 ranks (+8), Sense Motive: 9 ranks (+10), Hide: 13 Ranks (+18), Move Silent: 13 Ranks (+18), Listen: 0 ranks (+4), Spot: 0 ranks (+4), Diplomacy: 0 ranks (+4), Climb: 0 ranks (-1)
Feats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse (Spiked Guantlet), Exotic Weapon Prof (Xen'Drik Boomerang), Two Weapon Defense
Urban Ranger Abilities: Weapon Style (TWF), Favored Enemy (Boromar Clan, Daask), Animal Companion (none)
Armor: +2 Light Fortification Shadow Scalemail of Silent Moves
Weapons: +2 Merciful Defending Spiked Guantlets (pair), +1 Merciful Distance Xen'Drik Boomerang of Seeking
Wonderous: Wings of Flying (black dragon wings), Helm of Sending (acts as a sending stone to his lair)
Normal Attack Routine: TWF with finessed spiked guantlets at +11/+6/+11
(I know the above block is kinda jumbled, but I'm just putting it together from stuff as I go, sorry about that. If somebody really wants to take the info here and sort it out into a more readable format, I'd appreciate it.)
The Black Dragon is a costumed superhero in the tradition of Batman. A caped crusader that has taken up the mantel of the fearsome black dragon as a means to strike terror into the heart of criminals. Much like Gotham, the lower levels of Sharn are rotting away from the criminal infestation that plagues it.
During the day, Khoravar named Jadin Norrin resides in the uppermost levels of Sharn, living a life of priviledge. Constantly at his side is his warforged servant/assistant, Keeper. And while it is true that he is the one who keeps Jadin's affairs in order, his also the keeper of Jadin's biggest secret. When the moons rise, Jaden Norris dons his armor, his stylized spiked guantlets, and his cloak and takes to the night as the Black Dragon, defender of Sharn.
None outside of Keeper knows of Jadin's double life, although there are some who suspect, although they cannot seem to figure out where Jadin would have gotten the equipment needed for such a transformation, and even a close inspection of his financial records for as far back as can be tracked (which go back to before his birth, actually) simply don't show that kind of expenditure. The secret is in his "assistant", Keeper. The warforged may appear mild mannered and unobtrusive, but he is actually a highly skilled artificer in his own right, and has used his abilities to personally craft the Dragon's equipment at a cost that is far below what anyone would expect possible.
On the rare occassion that a villian has discovered the Dragon's hidden lair, none expected the warforged servant to be such a formidable defender in his own right. A single moment of weakness is all that Keeper requires to infuse lethal magics into his own fists before decimating the intruder, who never expected a simple servant to be so powerful.
Despite the Dragon's constant fight for Good, many are convinced he is a creature of darkness. Partly because it is the image he has cultivated, and partly because of an unforseen happenstance. Inside of Jadin's draconic shaped helmet is a small sending stone, allowing him to communicate with Keeper at need. Those who have over heard him asking Keeper for advice or information spread tales of the Dragon worshipping The Keeper, the god of damned souls.
Even by those he would protect, he is hated and feared.
Think of it as being like Batman crossed with Spiderman's PR problems :D