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Leera Atmos
Female vetala-born dhampir (ajibachana) chaokineticist 2 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Blood of the Night 21, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 2 89, Pathfinder RPG Occult Adventures 10)
N Small humanoid (dhampir)
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +2 Dex, +1 size)
hp 16 (2d8+4)
Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +0 (+1 vs. emotion effects, +2 trait bonus vs. emotion and fear effects); +2 vs. disease and mind-affecting effects
Defensive Abilities fortification 5%, negative energy affinity; Resist negative energy 2, undead resistance
Weaknesses weakness to consecrate
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee dagger +3 (1d3+1/19-20) or
. . sickle +3 (1d4+1) or
. . unarmed strike +3 (1d2+1 nonlethal) or
. . bite -2 (1d3)
Special Attacks kinetic blast
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +1)
. . 3/day—comprehend languages
Kineticist Wild Talents Known
. . Defense—emptiness
. . Infusions—pulling infusion
. . Blasts—gravity blast (1d6+3)
. . Utility—basic chaokinesis, void healer
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Statistics
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Str 12, Dex 14, Con 15, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +1; CMD 13
Feats Unusual Origin (dhampir)
Traits disillusioned, suspicious
Drawbacks anxious
Skills Acrobatics +7, Diplomacy -2, Escape Artist +8, Heal +4, Intimidate +5, Perception +5, Sense Motive +6, Stealth +11, Use Magic Device +7; Racial Modifiers +2 Escape Artist, +2 Use Magic Device
Languages Abyssal, Common, Draconic
SQ basic chaokinesis, burn (1 point/round, max 5), emptiness, gather power, resist level drain
Other Gear leather armor, dagger, sickle, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, blanket[APG], flint and steel, mess kit[UE], pot, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, 6 gp, 6 sp
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Tracked Resources
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Burn 1/round (2 nonlethal/burn, 5/day) - 0/5
Comprehend Languages (3/day) - 0/3
Dagger - 0/1
Torch - 0/10
Trail rations - 0/5
Unusual Origin (Dhampir, 1/day) - 0/1
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Special Abilities
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Anxious Speak slowly and not above a whisper, -2 to Diplomacy
Basic Chaokinesis (Sp) Shadow protects from bright light, +50% carry capacity, or +4 to jump for 1 hr.
Burn 1/round (2 nonlethal/burn, 5/day) Burn HP to gain greater effects on your wild talents.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Emptiness (Su) +1 to Will saves vs. emotion effects.
Energy Resistance, Negative energy (2) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Negative Energy attacks.
Fortification 5% You have a chance to negate critical hits on attacks.
Gather Power (Su) Move: reduce the burn cost of a blast by 1 or Full-round: reduce the burn cost of a blast by 2
Gravity Blast (Sp) Level 1; Burn 0
Kinetic Blast (Sp) The kineticist can unleash her kinetic blast at a range of 30 feet at will.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail.
Negative Energy Affinity (Ex) You are alive, but react to positive/negative energy as though you were undead.
Pulling Infusion Your kinetic blast pulls foes toward you.
Resist Level Drain (Ex) Negative levels don't impose penalties or become permanent, but still kill if exceed HD.
Undead Resistance +2 bonus to saves vs. disease and mind affecting effects.
Unusual Origin (Dhampir, 1/day) Deal additional 1d4 bleed damage to target struck by natural bite attack.
Void Healer (Sp) Functions as kinetic healer, except it heals undead (and others healed by negative energy).
Weakness to Consecrate -1 CL when affected by consecrate, hallow, or a similar effects.

The girl's hands twitched at her side as the instinct to cover her mouth before she spoke tried to take hold. Her voice was soft, too soft.

"Speak up. I can't hear you."

Leera tried again, mortifyingly aware that her pointed incisors were very visible when she did so.

"I imagine the way anyone's parents do. Their hearts stopped beating."

A muscle near the woman's eye twitched. The forced smile returned.

"Now, now, Leera, my dear. There's no need to be frightened." The woman's gaze was a scorching ray, and if it had been an actual spell, Leera would have simply disintegrated before it. "I will not brook any sass, young lady. Do not try my patience."

Leera shifted uncomfortably. She knew the woman already knew the answer, so why make her say it? She mumbled, but stopped when the caseworker tsked loudly.

"I-I don't know how my father died. He was already dead long before I was born. He's a...vampire."

Leera paused, but the woman showed no reaction as her inkpen moved on the paper. Scritch, scritch, scratch. She glanced up with her pencil thin eyebrow raised when the silence stretched. Leera cleared her throat and muttered an apology the woman probably didn't hear.

"My mother...sh-she died when...when our house burned down."

The woman's pen stopped. "That's putting a tad mildly, isn't it?" Her eyes bored into Leera, and the girl's hand shot up to cover her mouth in an anxious reflex. "Was she not, in fact, dragged outside and forced to watch as her family, her friends set fire to the house where you were in fact asleep? Did these superstitious villagers then heap garlic around her neck on strings and stake your mother to death?"

Leera swayed on her stool as horrible memories surged to the forefront. Her vision tunneled briefly before returning to normal.

"Well, Leera?" came the ever-so-sympathetic voice of the caseworker.

"Yes..." she breathed, her voice so soft, she was sure the woman would make her repeat herself.

"Hmmm...there. That wasn't so hard to talk about, was it?" The forced smile appeared again as she once again wrote something.

Scritch, scritch, scratch.

"Now..."

Leera looked down at the floor in confusion. Why is she asking me this? was the first thought. Her mind raced to see the way out of having to be honest. Professor Togren...he frightens me...but so does Ms. Goswynn...I can't tell her that though!

"Come now, child. If we here at the University of Subtleties are to understand your kind and you, we must fully know what we must do to make you feel safe."

Again the abominable smile. It looked like the U shape between the tines of a pitchfork. Images of fire and the sounds of her mother screaming returned quickly. And of course, the memory of him. She had seen him behind the crowd as she peered through the space in the wooden planks that covered the crawlspace under the house. It was the first time she had seen him, but she knew. She knew it was him. The bright eyes so clear even from such a distance and the flickering torchlight. No one should have been able to see her under the house, in the crawlspace full of darkness. Leera's own curse let her see and move below the house with ease. Her eyes had allowed her to flee once her mother's grisly fate was certain. And none of the villagers' eyes were as good as hers.

But he had seen her. He watched her. And when he realized she had seen him, he smiled. A dazzling white smile there in the dark below bright eyes. Two long fangs glistening at the edge of the light.

Leera whispered, "My father..."

The woman's eyes snapped up with intensity. "What?"

"My greatest fear...is that one day, my father will come for me." Leera's heart pounded as a feeling of abject terror rose up in her at the memory of those eyes, that smile, and all the while her mother screamed.

The blood coursing through her temples pounded, but the new question broke something in Leera. A flood of adrenaline filled her, and a rage blossomed where terror had sown its seeds.

"Isn't that obvious...?" Her voice was as hushed as always, but this time there was a tremor in it.

(That's what you want!? That's your only goal in life?! Oh-ho-ho, this rich, dear-a Leera!)

The girl leapt off the stool to stand, both hands curled into fists. Leera's eyes were wide, and, while she didn't know it, they glowed red. Her fangs were bared, clearly visible even in the low light of the setting sun streaming through the windows. For once her voice boomed and echoed around the sparsely furnished room.

"To be human!"

The caseworker sat up straight in surprise. For the barest moment, fear flickered in her eyes, but was quickly replaced with an anger of her own. Standing and leaning over the desk behind which she sat, she towered over the small child.

"Sit. Down. Leera," the woman commanded tersely. "There will be no further outbursts of that nature. You are to comport yourself with dignity and respect. Young. Lady."

Leera wilted in the face of the adult's rage and quickly regained her position on the stool. No longer caring, both hands were raised in front of her face in little balled fists; the lace on the cuffs of her frilly dress covering her mouth. She looked at the floor and tried not to cry.

The woman slowly lowered herself back into her chair, her eyes nailing Leera to her stool.

"Hmph," she grunted and dipped her pen into the inkwell once again. Tap, tap, tap. "Let's continue. Here at the University..."

For the first time, Leera answered without even thinking. She was quite flustered.

"Professor Togren..."

The woman stopped writing and looked at Leera in shock for a moment. then she asked,"..."

Leera flushed with embarrassment. There was no answer she could give that wouldn't probably have repercussions. The planned expedition, his general cruelty, the conditions in which he kept her and the other orphans, the spying he made her do on the others because of her sight...

"He...he..." Leera fumbled for anything that would appease the too curious way the caseworker was looking at her. "He...overcooks the meat."

(A creature like you can't handle meat, dear-a Leera. No, no. It's veggies for you.)

The woman shook her head and snorted, putting pen to paper once again. Scritch, scritch, scratch. She was clearly not impressed with Leera's answer regarding overcooked meat. Well, to be fair, the few chances Leera had gotten meat...it had just never been bloody enough for her. She tried very hard not to think about that though.