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About Jen the Alchemist

Jen the Alchemist (Teacher's Pet, Lost Nobility)
Female Human Alchemist 1
LN Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init +3; Senses Perception +4

Defense:
AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +0

Offense:
Speed: 30 ft.

Statistics:
Str 8, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 12
Feats Point Blank Shot, Splash Weapon Mastery
Skills: Appraise +8, Disable Device +7, Heal +4, Intimidate +4, K (Arcana) +8, Perception +4, Spellcraft +8, Survival +4, UMD +4
Languages: Common, Elven, Abyssal, Aklo, Sylvan

The nobility is no more. At least, what was the old order. Only the strongest of the old order remain and their power is not what it once was. The periphery of the nobility, those that existed to help maintain power while not fully enjoying its fruits...now they are dead. Those that cling to their old lives are deranged; their time is over.

Jen was bright, even by male standards. Growing up in a reasonably wealthy family, her parents tried to groom her to catch the eye of a well-off gentleman in the upper nobility, so that the family's social standing would be enhanced. It was not merely enough to have a pretty face. Bah, the upper classes wanted more. They wanted their girls to have learning and wit, so that's what Jen got. By the time of her 16th birthday, she was well versed in the philosophies of the Inner Sea Region and had theological banter with clerics of various deities, but the discussions that she treasured the most were with Professor Lorrimor on the science of alchemy.

As everyone back in the time knew, having a special interest or knowledge set was immensely alluring, so when Jen asked to study with the professor personally, her parents obliged and sent her off with the remainder of their savings, for the old nobility had already begun to crumble and a wealthy husband was their only hope for retaining their status. Alas, her father suffered from sudden nightmares and a steady deterioration of his body (he claims that he saw an eldritch horror). Her mother, distraught from her husband's sudden turn for the worse, could not entertain her guests and became isolated, truly lost any semblance of her nobility remaining. She only has a shack where the family's servants used to live as her home now.

Upon hearing the news that her parents were unable to support her studies with Professor Lorrimor, Jen prepared to move back. The Professor noticed her aptitude and out of kindness, offered to support her with a small pension, which she eagerly accepted. All thoughts of marriage leaving her mind, she devoted herself entirely to study, but unlike the professor, she did not believe in the sacredness of the dead and their bones. Sometimes she would sneak back and remove body parts from the deceased to use in macabre experiments, to further her knowledge. Knowing that her father had declined, she aimed to perfect her knowledge to keep him alive.

Soon, it became clear that her Father was not going to survive much longer, so Jen traveled back to her home to attend to him. Soon after she left, Professor Lorrimor died and a letter was sent after Jen to inform her. When she saw her father, she was horrified. Her father was scarcely more than a bag of bones at the end of his life, having little strength to even stand and thighs so emaciated that one could wrap around it using their thumb and pointer finger. In his last agonizing struggle before death, his flesh began to contort and some bones almost looked like they were going to burst out of his body.

That's when the nightmares started. She is walking down a desolate street, her cream-colored dress flowing mostly behind her. Her parasol shields her face from the impoverished side of town, while she glances at the deserted stores of luxury. Then the agonizing screams begin and half-fleshed skeletons crawling or shambling along beg her for help, before they turn ravenous. Every time, she runs and stumbles, thrusting her parasol to fend the creatures back as she scoots away. Then they reach her and begin to tear her limb from limb, in the same graphic detail as she witnessed the death of her father. The dream ends right before they are about to consume her entirely.

Now she begins to travel back to the funeral of the Professor to pay her last respects and hoping that the Professor might once again have a solution to her problems.