
| Full Name |
Mishan Graymist |
| Race |
Elven |
| Classes/Levels |
Alchymist (mindchemist) 12 |
| Gender |
male |
| Size |
medium |
| Age |
122 |
| Special Abilities |
elven immunities, envoy, fleetfooted, lowlight vision, alchemy, bomb, mutagen, throw anything, warrior of old, prince |
| Alignment |
NG |
| Deity |
Cayden Cailean |
| Languages |
Common, Elven, Draconic, Celestial, Sylvan, Goblin |
| Occupation |
Alchemist |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
16 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
28 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
10 |
About Mishan Graymist
Mishan was born in captivity, and were saved, at the age of 12, by a Halfling pathfinder named Dr. John Harker. Since then he has been living in the big city. First a few years with the doctor, learning his way in the civilization and with the alchemical trait, then alone getting by selling his alchemy to travelers and pathfinders. He also learned a bit of basic magic from the local wizard, while they enjoyed a sample of Mishans new alcoholic drink. After a while Mishan began to experiment with magic and alchemy together, and found that it improved a lot of his extracts and mixtures. While experimenting with magic he needed a few new reagens he could get in the woods, so once a week he vent to gather all he needed, and came back within a day, and his shop flowered and became grand because of the new inventions and mixtures.
Now and again Dr. Harker came by, just to talk, tell stories from his adventures and get a good night’s rest. He was the best friend Mishan had, and when he hadn’t heard from him in some time, almost always a letter would show up. Dr. Harker always had his Chronicle with him, writing everything down and making notes about everyone. This book was so exiting to read, when he was visiting, like a fairy tale book, not yet completed.
After about a 100 years in the same place, Mishan was getting fed up with the stupidity of humans and the likes, and was about to explode from the felling of suppression, that a city might give. And then a few years ago he received a letter from a priest telling him that dr. Harker had past of old age within the Society’s walls, and had left him a lot of gold and a contact to the Society.
Mishan hurried packing his stuff and making arrangement for his shop to carry on without him for some time and then began what might be a fantastic travel to the Adoran faction to join.