MATTHEW 18:9 (GLOG class: Monk)

SURPRISE! This is a double-dip on prompts: a Paladin of an Unorthodox Law.
Or, more accurately, a Monk.

Quoted from the linked post, so you don't have to jump between there and here while using this class:

All Monks have a pool of chi which they use to fuel their kung-fu. This chi takes up slots in your inventory like exhaustion; just like exhaustion, you take a point of damage if something would occupy the same slot. When you take an hour to calmly and silently meditate (it is nigh impossible to do this in a city), you may fill as much of your inventory with chi as you wish.
    You may use chi to: leap 20' horizontally, reduce damage from an arrow or thrown weapon by 1d6, treat a fall as if it were 10' shorter, upgrade an unarmed attack to deal 1d6 plus your highest modifier damage (it's your job to explain why intelligence makes you punch better but it shouldn't be hard. You're a smart kid), make a pair of unarmed attacks immediately after making any other attack, or whatever cool shit you can get your DM to permit. You may only spend as much chi in a round as you have templates as a Monk.

Janis Rozentāls

Negationist

You are a reducer, a cutter-off, one defined by a lack. In churches, they talk, but you act. Yours is the God who taketh away, for better and worse, for nothing on this earth will last forever; your enemy is the lich, the demon, and the fallen star. The power you hold isn't called "chi", whatever that is- to give it a name would be like adding a positive to a negative.

And you're nothing if not negative.

(Though I'm not changing the class terminology. Call it null, if you'd like.)
Skills: 1. Beggar. 2. Vigilante. 3. Gravedigger.
Starting Equipment: All-concealing white robes with a black veil (as unarmored), a light sickle, and three grenades (2d6 to uncovered targets within a 20' radius, SAVE for half,) and a cow horn for pissing through.

A First Seal, +1 to hit
B Second Seal, +1 HP
C Third Seal, +1 to hit 
D The Final Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed

As a Monk, you are proficient with swords, knives, hand grenades, firearms, and your own body. Everything else is just a tool. You may only use light armor, and even that feels like a moral compromise.

First Seal
When you need nothing, everything is a luxury, and those who take from the world will not add to it: with a burning knife, you have removed your genitals or otherwise rendered them non-functional. You are immune to pain- it's not that you don't feel it, you just don't care. You suffer no penalties for old age until it kills you. 

Second Seal
There are many lies in this world, and many liars. What harm is two less? With your own thumbs, you have gouged out your eyes. Your vision remains the same, but you are immune to fear and illusions. If you don't want to see something, you don't; some things burn the mind like fire and are best left unseen. You can spend a point of chi each to substitute for a day's ration of food, a day's ration of water, or eight hours of sleep.

Third Seal
Your skin falls off, parted along invisible seams. By now, you hardly even notice. While you are carrying nothing but the clothes on your back, your last point of chi never depletes. You can spend a point of chi to make your hands disintegrate non-living material on contact for a round. This also means that when you spend a point of chi to increase your unarmed damage, it ignores worn armor and inflicts maximum damage against the undead and other things that move around without being alive. 

The Final Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed
Nothing had to be removed for you to learn this. It's your turn to remove. With a pointed finger, you can fire a 200' ray of Cherenkov-blue death that forces a single target of up to [chi] HD to SAVE or disintegrate. On a success, they instead take [chi×3] damage as their body is microwaved from the inside and tries to pull itself apart on an atomic level.

Of course, you could go further, reduce yourself more. Saint DEATH, by the time it was martyred, was nothing but a sickle held in an invisible hand. Follow that path, and you may one day be a god-killer- if there even is a "you" left. 

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