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F CN Tiefling (Demonspawn) Sorcerer (Abyssal), Level 5, Init +2,
HP 39/39,
Speed 30 ft
AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12,
CMB +6, CMD 18,
Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3, (+2 against poison, +2 against Illusion)
Resistances: Cold 5, Electricity 5, Fire 5.
Base Attack Bonus +2
Melee:
-Bite +6 (1d6+4, x2)
-Claw +6 (1d4+4, x2)
-Claw +6 (1d4+4, x2)
Abilities Str 18, Dex 14, Con 15, Int 8, Wis 9, Cha 17

Toughness:1 extra HP for every HD beyond third.
Armor of the Pit: +2 Natural armor bonus.
Arcane Strike: +2 damage for 1 round as a swift action.

Alabaster Outcast
Flair for Destruction:+1 on damage rolls against constructs and objects.

Fiendish Resistance: Cold resistance 5, electricity resistance 5, fire resistance 5.
Maw: Bite 1d6. (Alternate racial trait, replaces spell-like ability.
Darkvision 60 ft
Fiendish Sorcery: Tiefling sorcerers with the Abyssal or Infernal bloodlines treat their Charisma score as 2 points higher for all sorcerer class abilities.

(+2 to all from shard)
(+2 to Survival to avoid getting lost)
Bluff +8
Disable Device +5
Intimidate +7
Perception +1
Knowledge (Arcana) +4
Knowledge (Planes) +4
Knowledge (History) +5
Spellcraft +4
Use Magic Device +7
Languages: Common, Abyssal

Bloodline Arcana: Summoned creatures gain +2 DR/Good.
Claws: Two claws 1d4, magical for penetrating DR, 9 rounds/day.
Demon Resistances: Resist electricity 5, +2 on saves vs. poisons.

Level 2: (DC 16, 5/5/day) Blur, Bull's Strength, Glitterdust
Level 1: (DC 15, 4/7/day) Chill Touch, Cause Fear, Mage Armor, Monkey Fish, Summon Monster I
Level 0: (DC 14) Arcane Mark, Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Disrupt Undead, Prestidigation, Dancing Lights

Signet ring
Magnifying Glass
Traveler's outfit.
Heavy Crossbow, 7 bolts
Silver Morningstar
Wayfinder
Backpack, Common
-Bedroll
-Silk rope
-Bottle of good wine
-Trail rations (6)
-Waterskin
-Compass
-Alchemist's fire (1)
-Potion of Cure Light Wounds
-Potion of Magic Fang
-Page of Spell Knowledge (Magic Missile)
-2376 gp, 35 sp
-Noble Outfit
-Shard + Ioun Stone

Exprets from a diary.

-6 years, 7 months, 3 days.
Ive been told i need too pratice writing more. so i start writing this dairy. Bartalotti says my spelling and grammar is lacing. i dont see how but hes the teacher, not me.

-5 years, 6 months, 19 days.
Well, Mr. Bartalotti says I have improved a lot. And frankly, I enjoy a lot writing here. It just feels good writing what you feel. Like for example, that you feeling good. Like for example, now.

-5 years, 3 months, 23 days.
I wish my teeth would stop growing. I've been told that they looked normal when I was small but then they just kept growing. Now, they don't look human anymore. More like a monster's maw. I bit my tongue today, and so much blood came out that mother had to call that cleric of Sarenrae who lives nearby. Though in a way, they are nice. I can eat a whole chicken drumstick, not just the meat. The crunchy noises that bones make when they break are funny.

-5 years, 2 months, 7 days.
I'm getting sick of this. My friends, all of them, have started calling me names. They have said things about my teeth, my odd-looking eyes, my scaly feet... I don't have told them that my feet and legs have scales, why do they know it? I will not write the things that they have said here, I will get a terrible spanking if mother finds out I have written such words, even if it is not me who said them.

-5 years, 2 months, 2 days.
I have no friends. Not anymore. Not after the things they said.

-5 years, 1 month, 5 days.
I saw a group of the city's guards today. That is nothing special, but the sergeant's sword glowed slightly, unlike the weapons of the rest of the guard. I asked him about it, and he said it was magical. So I guess I can see magic. If I squint my eyes really tight.

-4 years, 10 months, 17 days.
I hate my grandfather. I really do. But that old man hated me first. He has always been nice to my siblings, but me... He has never given me one kind word. And when he looks at me, the disdain in his eyes is sickening. He has never called me a freak, but I know that that is what he thinks about me. That I am a freak. That's what he thinks. I hate him so much. Some day I'm going to show him...

-4 years, 7 months, 9 days
I broke a chair today. Yesterday, I broke three fine wine glasses. A few days ago, I managed to bend an exotic curved sword from the far south, a part of father's collection, completely out of form. I don't know why I break things. It's not like I do it on purpose, but I kind of like it... Like there is a diminutive voice in the back of my head, telling me to do things I should not do. But wether there is a voice or not does not matter, I'm getting punished anyway.

-4 years, 5 months, 3 days
I just discovered I can do magic. It's awesome! I can't do anything big like wizards or clerics, but if I focus really hard, I can move stuff without touching it. It's so much fun! Though my head starts aching after a while. Guess I'll just have to train more so I can do it without tiring myself.

-4 years, 4 months, 16 days.
Since I have no reason to go outside unless I want to get cruelly insulted, I have been in the library. In fact, I have been there so much that I have actually forgotten to write here. I do not usually read much, as I'm quite slow at it and often get distracted, but a few days ago I found a book so intresting that I could not let it go. It has a long and complex name, (I think it had "Treatise" and "Outsiders" in it.) and it details the creatures that live outside of our plane, angels, devils and that stuff.

But what really caught me was the section detaling demons. As I made my way through it, I noticed more and more similarities between the fiends and the more uncommon features of my body. Still, it felt odd. Demons were supposed to be big, scary, and evil, and I am not any of those.

The next day I continued from where I had left. After the sections about the outsiders, the book started detailing how they interact with the races of our plane. It was mostly pretty dull, (Why should I care that devils are deeply ingrained into Chelish politics?) but one part caught my interest: Tieflings. Apparently fiends sometimes... Get a little too close with humans, and thus their blood enters the human lines. (Kind of like how children usually look like their parents.) This somehow causes that some children in the later generations look a little more like demons that usually. Like me, for example.

-4 years, 3 months, 23 days.
Today I decided to tell my former friends that I am part demon. Maybe they will stop being cruel to me when they understand better why I am different?

-4 years, 3 months, 22 days.
It didn't work at all. No, it broke everything. It just made them insult me even worse, until I just could not take it anymore and hit the one standing closest to me. Or I thought I did. In my anger, somehow, vicious claws had manifested in my hands, and I drove them to the poor boys face, cutting deep. He started bleeding seriously, and I had to carry him to the temple. They managed to heal him, thankfully, but he was left with a quite nasty-looking scar. Now, I am in my room, and fordibben to leave.

-4 years, 3 months, 20 days.
I'm still grounded in my room. Grandfather has come to visit, and is now yelling downstairs. I can hear him quite clearly from here. He is saying now all those things that I always knew he tought about me. Father is yelling back. Mother is crying.

-4 years, 3 months, 19 days.
He finally left, before saying that if I ever cause more problems, father will have to choose between disowning me or being disowned himself. Still grounded.

-4 years, 3 months, 15 days.
I am finally allowed to exit my room, but father says that I can't leave the house without supervision anymore. I guess he's afraid of grandfather's threats. Mother has finally stopped crying.

-3 years, 11 months, 4 days.
Yet another uneventful day of keeping out of trouble and obeying rules. Why all these rules? Why can't I just do what I want to? It's not like I'm hurting anyone.

-3 years, 9 months, 8 days.
Since I have little else to do, I'm focusing in learning more about magic. I don't use books like wizards do, so I guess I'll have just to learn by trial and error.

-7 months, 13 days.
I've done it! It took years, but I have somehow learned how to summon all kinds of animals here from the other planes. They look different depending from where they come, but act pretty much the same. Though the ones from the lower ones stay a little longer. Maybe it's because my non-human blood comes from there too?

-6 months exactly.
A paladin visited us today! I had always thought paladins are a little stuck-up, but this one was very nice. She seemed completely unfazed by my appearance, and I really enjoyed talking with her. Next time she passes by, I'm going to show her one of my animals!

-2 weeks.
The paladin came back today and I summoned an animal for her. I really should not had. As soon as she saw the large dog with coal-black fur and glowing eyes, she draw her sword, cut the poor dog in half, then knocked me unconcious with the hilt of her sword. I woke up at the nearby temple, where I was questioned for what seemed like hours. They asked if I was a member of any cults, if I had sacrified living creatures for dark gods, and all kinds of absurd questions like that. It had been just a dog!

After a while, they let me go, and apologized for overreacting, but warned me to keep from messing with things from the lower planes.

...I'm sure that someone noticed when I was carried to the temple, unconcious. Soon the rumor mill will be running again. I have decided to slip out in the night, so I do not bring more trouble to those close to me.

-1 week.
I might be alone, without contacts or anyone to support me, but for the first time in years I am able to do what I want, go where I want, when I want. Though, while it is a big place, Mangimar is still a little small for my tastes, and I don't feel so good about being in the relative proximity of my cursed grandfather.

I met a cousin of mine accidentally. He was surprisingly sympathetic, and confirmed my suspicions that I had already been disowned and disinherited. I told him that I wanted to leave the town, and he suggested that I should join at the local Pathfinder chapter. It certainly sounds intriguing...

Today.

I joined the Society today. Foreign lands, forgotten cities, untold treasures, here I come! New recruits usually go through a training period, but when I asked really nicely and mentioned my surname that requirement was waived. I don't need any training really. I have sharp jaws, sharp claws and magic at my side.

It seems that the society attracts people like me, people who differ from the norm. I haven't hear one bad word by me appearance yet. Still, I wish that I will get sent for a mission soon. I already feel like at home here, and I want to make myself useful for the society.

Carmina looks like a perfectly normal young woman, of average height and with long dark hair, apart from her reddish eyes that glow faintly in the dark, scaly legs and razor-sharp teeth fit for a dire wolf. Still, most people would not describe her as unpleasant-looking.