About Dr. GreyStatistics:
Male Human Alchemist (Beastmorph/Vivisectionist) 5
N Medium Humanoid (Human) Init +2; Senses Perception +9 ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 18, touch 13, flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +2 dex, +1 dodge) hp 55 (5d8+15) Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +2 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 30 ft. Melee Longspear +8 (1d8+7/x2) 1st (5/day)- Cure Light Wounds, Deathwatch, Expeditious Retreat**, Heightened Awareness**, Identify, Negate Aroma*, Shield, Touch of the Sea 2nd (3/day)- Blood Transcription*, Spider Climb** *Prepared Spells where the number of * equals the number of time's it's been prepared ------------------------------ STATISTICS ------------------------------ Str 20, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 7 Base Atk +3; CMB +8; CMD 20 Traits Conspiracy Hunter (Stealth), Accelerated Drinker, Child of the Temple Drawbacks Condescending Feats 1st: Dodge, Human Bonus: Power Attack, Class Bonus: Brew Potion, Class Bonus: Throw Anything, 3rd: Extra Discovery- Chameleon (Su), 5th: Extra Discovery- Enhance Potion Skills (40 points; 20 class, 15 Int, 5 Skilled) ACP -1 *ACP applies to these skills ACP -1 *ACP applies to these skills
Non-Standard Skill Bonuses
Special Abilities:
------------------------------ SPECIAL ABILITIES ------------------------------ Alchemy (Su): Can use extracts, gains knew knowledge of such at levels, gains his class level as a bonus to Craft (Alchemy) checks to create alchemic items and an alchemist can use Craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using detect magic. He must hold the potion for 1 round to make such a check. Sneak Attack: At 1st level, a vivisectionist gains the sneak attack ability as a rogue of the same level. If a character already has sneak attack from another class, the levels from the classes that grant sneak attack stack to determine the effective rogue level for the sneak attack’s extra damage dice. Mutagen (Su): At 1st level, an alchemist discovers how to create a mutagen that he can imbibe in order to heighten his physical prowess at the cost of his personality. It takes 1 hour to brew a dose of mutagen, and once brewed, it remains potent until used. An alchemist can only maintain one dose of mutagen at a time—if he brews a second dose, any existing mutagen becomes inert. As with an extract or bomb, a mutagen that is not in an alchemist's possession becomes inert until an alchemist picks it up again. Brew Potion (Ex): At 1st level, alchemists receive Brew Potion as a bonus feat. An alchemist can brew potions of any formulae he knows (up to 3rd level), using his alchemist level as his caster level. The spell must be one that can be made into a potion. The alchemist does not need to meet the prerequisites for this feat. Throw Anything (Ex): All alchemists gain the Throw Anything feat as a bonus feat at 1st level. An alchemist adds his Intelligence modifier to damage done with splash weapons, including the splash damage if any. Discovery (Su): At 2nd level, and then again every 2 levels thereafter (up to 18th level), an alchemist makes an incredible alchemical discovery.
Torturer’s Eye: At 2nd level, a vivisectionist adds deathwatch to his formula book as a 1st-level extract. Beastform Mutagen: At 3rd level, a beastmorph’s mutagen causes him to take on animalistic features—whether those of an animal, a magical beast, an animal-like humanoid (such as a lizardfolk), or a monstrous humanoid. For example, when the beastmorph uses his mutagen, he may gain a furry muzzle and pointed ears like a werewolf, scaly skin like a lizardfolk or sahuagin, or compound eyes and mandibles like a giant insect. The beastmorph also gains his choice of one of the abilities listed in the alter self spell, which persists as long as the mutagen. He may select a different ability each time he creates a mutagen. Cruel Anatomist: At 3rd level, a vivisectionist may use his Knowledge (nature) skill bonus in place of his Heal skill bonus. Spells:
------------------------------ Spells ------------------------------ 1st (5/day)- Cure Light Wounds, Deathwatch, Expeditious Retreat, Heightened Awareness, Identify, Negate Aroma, Shield, Touch of the Sea 2nd (3/day)- Blood Transcription, Spider Climb Gear/Possessions:
------------------------------ GEAR/POSSESSIONS ------------------------------ Carrying Capacity Light 0-133 lb. Medium 134-266 lb. Heavy 266-400 lb. Current Load Carried 0 lb. Gear: Amulet of Mighty Fists (4,000 gp) Belt of Giant Strength (4,000 gp) +1 Chain Shirt (1,200 gp) Wand of Cure Light Wounds (750 gp) Potion of Shield x10 (250gp) Climbers Kit (80 gp) Outfit, Doctors (150 gp) Doctor's Mask (50 gp) Masterwork Thieves Tools (50 gp) Alchemists Lab, Portable (75 gp) 'Healers' Kit (50 gp) Money 0 GP 0 SP 0 CP
Background:
Born to a simple farming village in a simple far away town, one would think that William Greyson was destined to be much like his father or mother, or their fathers or mothers, or theirs and so on and so forth. Plain. Ordinary. Farmers, midwife's, the occasional merchant. But William was born odd.
At the age of five, his parents caught him reading all on his own. The book was one about the human body, a text that his mother was struggling through to be a better midwife. He apparently understood it quite easily. His mother and father never did figure out when he learned to read but as he got older it became clear that he had a voracious intelligence. Books became a common household item, borrowed from the local temple on weekly trips. He studied many things, but his focus was always on, curiously enough, biology. He was around the age of ten that his parents found him dissecting animals over books in the forest near their house. He had been catching small critters with traps or chasing and cutting them open with a small hunting knife he had found. The sight was certainly disturbing but no amount of explanation could make the child understand why it was wrong. In the end, the parents were forced to punish him and simply tell him not to do it again. Will, for his part, was ultimately confused but not deterred. By the age of fourteen, William had apprenticed himself to the local healer and his research had grown ever more important to him. His parents didn't know about his desire to learn more about the body in the most gruesome ways. He had learned his lesson at ten. No, they thought him 'fixed', his oddities gone, and his ambition on track. Town healer was an important position after all. The temple in their village rarely had clerics visiting and the people of the village couldn't afford magical healing. He, thus, surprised them by leaving at the age of Sixteen. He gave no forwarding address and left no hint as to where he was going. William Grey, as he began to call himself to distance himself from his family, arrived in the capitol of his nation ready to change the world. Under one arm, his Formulae book, the experimental study of Alchemy having born some success. In the other, all the money he had. Enough for a single, small basement for a month. By his calculations that was all he would need. Grey spent the day preparing his presentation in his new basement apartment. The next day he went to those he had written letters to and in front of their very eyes showed them something they had never seen before. Magic without magic. He created for each of them a single potion, in front of their very eyes, and did so without the barest slivers of magical talent. He told each of these fine nobles that he could recreate this whenever he wanted. Admittedly, as intelligent as he was, Grey did have some blind spots. He was not expecting it when the majority of them laughed. What did it matter that he could create normally magical things through science? They had magic! In abundance! And no shortage of money, these nobles. The talented young man was disheartened. Each noble that refused him seemed to be another confirmation that his parents were right, that his odd nature was just going to leave him broke and destitute. It wasn't until he visited the last noble, someone he had almost overlooked during his research due to the mans lack of political influence, that things changed. First, the door was not opened by the noble himself, nor was it opened by a servant. Instead, it was opened his daughter, a young woman named Abigail Harding hardly a year younger then him. Second, as Abigail lead young Grey through the large mansion, he found himself looking at things that did not decorate a typical noble's home. Rather then artwork, he found himself staring at books. Hundreds of them lining dozens of shelves. Growing up on a farm, with naught but what could be scrounged from merchants who cared little for such things or borrowed from the temple, all of these books were a sight to behold. Grey was lead into a small study that looked like his own, if less refined and filled with more expensive garbage that people claimed worked. There he found the noble, Devan Harding himself, focused so intently on a single vial. Abigail gave Grey what might have been a conspiratorial look, then coughed to attract her fathers attention. He jumped, startled, and whirled to face them. Then his eyes widened and he whirled back toward the vial of liquid. It remained inert. He sighed. "Darn it Abby, I told you, no visitors while I'm working." The man sounded tired. Abigail gave Grey another look and the young man found himself actually paying attention to it this time. She was rolling her eyes. His studies indicated that was often meant as a sign of contempt. Yet she was also smiling. Teasing, perhaps? She smiled at Grey and then more so at her father. "It's Mr. Grey, father. The young man whose theories you've been trying to recreate because he'd likely get snatched up by one of those 'Gods forsaken vultures'." Devan Harding turned and looked at his daughter with a frown, not appreciating the language or the fact that she was merely repeating something he had said, then narrowed his eyes on Grey and studied him intently. His frown did not go away. Truth be told, Grey was used to that sort of look. Abigail's, which were so familiar and friendly, were by and far a rarity. Grey wasn't handsome by any means. He was tall, lanky, without muscle or fat. His skin was ever pale despite having grown up on a farm and his clothing was simple, focused on utility. The ragged mop of brown hair on his head only served to distract from his eyes. Those eyes often unnerved people, he was told. Despite having to wear glasses, an overt sign of weakness in the eyes, people had trouble meeting his. Devan had no such trouble. Then again, neither did his daughter. Perhaps he needed a larger pool of people to study from. As he was making this mental note Devan began speaking. "Ah, William. So good to actually see you. I honestly expected you to be offered a job long before you got to me. Come in, come in." William seemed like he was ready to stay at the edge, uncertain what social protocol he was dealing with, but Abby was having none of it. With a confidence born of something Grey had little understanding of she looped an arm around his and pulled him in, then directed him toward a seat. Will found himself taking it without even realizing he had decided too. Largely because he hadn't. "The majority of them seemed to find my presentation entertaining." Will began, his voice largely neutral with only a touch of the contempt he felt. "If their laughter was any indication. None of them seemed to realize what it was I was showing them." Devan raised an eyebrow at that and studied Will a little more closely. Then he nodded. "It's a sad world we live in where knowledge can be mocked so readily. Well, you have one more presentation. Are you ready?" Will looked at the lab that Devan had set up and made some calculations in his head. It took him maybe a minute to nod, stand and begin work. To his surprise both father and daughter watched over his shoulder with rapt attention, and Abigail asked as many questions as her father did, some of them even more important then what her father was focusing on. By the end of it, Will had created his last potion for the day. He turned to face the pair and showed it to them. Then, to demonstrate, he drew a knife across his arm. The pair were surprised and moved to stop him but he raised his hand until the line was good and visible. Then he raised the potion to them and drank it. The line faded before their wide eyes. The problem with Devan's set up was that it completely ignored magic all together, Will said. This seemed to be a counter-intuitive thought when Will had promised to create potions without magic, but the young lad explained that Magic was not the energy that suffused everyone. It was the talent, the ability to access it through will or study. The energy itself was like any other form of energy. Will's method allowed anyone with sufficient diligence to access it. Some would be more successful then others, but in the end, the difference was that it wasn't just a 'fluke chance' that let some people be born with inborn magical talent while others were not. Devon and Abigail both listened intently and once again both of them were asking questions. They both tested his knowledge and wit that day and by the end of it the three had become enraptured in a deep discussion about the possibilities. Grey went to leave, but Devon instead offered him a room to stay in. This surprised the young lad but he accepted anyway, honestly exhausted by the day's efforts. The next day, Devon officially became Grey's sponsor, and together with Abigail the three began researching different ways that the technique could be applied. Over the next four years, Devon was the one to uncover the potential it had with explosives. Abigail's research, surprising Grey, took his potions forumlae's further then he could ever take them himself. And with Devon's financial backing, Grey was able to study animals and create a concoction that changed the very nature of what it meant to be human. During this time Grey and Abigail grew close. Grey saw in Abigail a peer he had never thought to meet, someone with intelligence to match or even exceed his own. She made his days brighter and the time without her seemed dimmer by comparison. Abigail found Grey socially awkward, blunt, and basically everything that a noble would not be. At first that was all she found in Grey, but as time went on she began to fall for the man rather then the man he was not. The brilliant intelligence, the dry wit, the surprising shows of kindness to her when she fell asleep at her research table. Her father saw and while he didn't quite understand he did left the decision to her. Grey and Abigail were wed during their fifth year and as a wedding present Davon purchased for them a small but well equipped building on one of the main roads in the city. Here, the pair opened a shop, offering magical healing at half the cost as the temples and expert medical advice. Here, the two lived happily, with Grey always wondering how he had lived before Abby entered his life. Until... That fateful night three years into their marriage. A tragedy, it was called. A werewolf had snuck into the city one night and attacked a young woman. Many people, both in the noble circles and amongst the common folk, knew of Abigail Grey. She was a kind and intelligent woman with charisma to spare, who always made it a point to treat everyone she could. Everyone knew as well of her odd husband. The cold, rude, distant young man they all assumed she had been married off too. No one was surprised at how devastated he was when she succumbed to the disease. It was obvious he would never get so lucky again. No one was surprised either when the young Doctor closed shop and left the city. And when rumors began to circle of a similarly disheveled, pale young man chasing after ghost stories and rumors... well... You figure it out. After Abigails death, Doctor Grey seemed to change. His father in law, one of the few people who understood the lad almost as well as his daughter had, found himself unable to comfort Grey. He was too busy mourning the loss of Abby. And when Grey vanished from the city, Devan Harding found himself without his son too, alone. Unlike Grey, Devon's despair did not keep it's hold. The nobleman, if anything, became more driven then ever to see his families research change the world so that no other father would have to lose their daughter because 'the proper cure's' did not exist yet or because 'magic failed'. As for Grey? Well, the rumors weren't wrong. He began hunting Ghosts and shadows looking for answers. His question? That didn't seem very important. As time went on, Grey began to get a bit of a reputation. It was much less friendly then that of the expert Doctor he had once been. Doctor Grey, monster hunter. In truth, he did more then just hunt down the monsters that went bump in the night. He found their bodies to be quite an opportunity. A learning experience, if you will.
Appearance and Personality:
Appearance: Doctor William Grey stands at 6'4 and weighs only 190 pounds. He looks like he weighs even less. His limbs seem long and gangly, his skin is pale and unhealthy, and his short brown hair is always a mess. He's almost always seen wearing glasses over cold blue eyes. A lot of times he forgets to shave, leave odd stubble that is neither neat nor roguish on his features. William is not handsome. During the day, William will wear simple travelers clothing that could be mistaken for Doctors Clothing. A long white coat, neatly kept, and comfortably sharp black clothing beneath. But at night, or when he's on the hunt, William wears an outfit that is much more eclectic. Harnesses filled with vials, a bag heavy with equipment such as vials and scalpels, a rope tied to a hook on his waist and a longspear that rises over one shoulder. And the glasses. Still the glasses. Despite his physical appearance Will is much stronger then he appears. He theorizes that this has something to do with his mutagenic concotion, that long term use has slowly changed his body's chemical make up. Other successful experiments have given him some what... disturbing abilities. At will he can change not only the color of his skin, hair and any other portion of his body but also the color of any equipment on him. He is currently working on enhancing the bodies natural ability to heal and has met with limited success as well. A cut or two will simply vanish in a day on him and he seems excited about a breakthrough coming shortly. Personality: Doctor Grey is a cold and analytical sort. He rarely gets excited, startled, angry, afraid, or really anything. The few times he has been seen with any emotion on his face in recent days is when he's got a new specimen to study. He is not completely without humanity of course, but his focus is definitely on his research, and his research now a days is turned to the most disreputable of subjects.
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