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About Jermaine

Jermaine Purth
Male human expert 1
N Medium humanoid (human)
Init +3; Senses Perception +1
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Defense
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AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex)
hp 9 (1d8+1)
Fort +1, Ref +3, Will +3
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
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Statistics
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Str 7, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 12, Cha 12
Base Atk +0; CMB -2; CMD 11
Skills Appraise +8, Craft (clothing) +6, Knowledge (arcana) +8, Knowledge (engineering) +8, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (local) +5, Knowledge (religion) +8, Linguistics +8, Profession (astronomer) +5, Profession (scribe) +5, Spellcraft +8
Languages Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Sylvan
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Special Abilities: Can cast Detect Magic, and Read Magic, but doesn't know he's doing it.
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History:
When Jermaine was very very young, he got grievously, disastrously ill. The sickness he caught was so intense that, while he lived, it stunted his growth and muscular development all his life. He was always weaker than the other children in the village and often had to deal with the fact even younger children could bully him. Incredibly short by human standards, his maximum height would stop at five foot even. While, in time, he would at least build up his endurance, his might remained that of geriatric halfling.

His family was of little help. His mother treated him as a child well into his teens. His little brother mocked him, and his father was just... so embarrassed. Still, the boy was brilliant, and some hoped he might join the local temple of Arabin! They at least, valued intellect. But Jermaine felt no joy in the teachings of the god of smiths and inventors nor the trade. In his heart of heart, Jermaine had different dreams. The Dream of being a wizard! To cast magic spells that required only a book, a keen mind, and deft fingers! A dream where he could work wonders of magic and just transform his bullies into very tiny toads laugh as cranes at them! Okay, he knew some of the dreams were wrong! But yes, magic.

So far every letter to the Black Tower he has sent over the years has had failed to have any response, but he doesn't give up hope!
For now, his jobs including scribe work, some tailoring, and other jobs that require more precision over power. He says his prayers to Morden, longing to learn the secrets Arcane! Maybe, he hopes, the Black Tower will send him news of an Apprenticeship by owl!

Personality: After a life time of being looked down upon, and teased, and told 'it's just a joke', Jermaine is a wee bit testy about being a weakling, and a short weakling at that. That said, good friends who treat him with respect tend to bring out his better side. He tends to think he's the smartest person in the room but is socially skilled enough not to announce his certainty. He has dreams of power, respect, and women his age who like guys who can fireball.