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Low-Light Vision-Sea-Elves can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light.
Sea-Elven Immunities-Sea-Elves are immune to magic sleep effects and get a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects.
Sea-Elven Magic-Sea-elves receive a +2 racial bonus on caster level checks made to overcome spell resistance. In addition, sea- elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Spellcraft skill checks made to identify the properties of magic items.
Weapon Familiarity-Sea-elves are proficient with longbows (including composite longbows), longswords, rapiers, and shortbows (including composite shortbows), and treat any weapon with the work "elven" in it's name as a martial weapon.

Intense Spells (Su)-Whenever you cast an evocation spell that deals hit point damage add 1/2 you wizard level to the damage (minimum +1). This bonus only applies once to a spell, not once per missile or ray, and cannot be split between multiple missiles or rays. This bonus damage is not increased by Empower Spell or similar effects. This damage is of the same type as the spell. At 20th level, whenever you cast an evocation spell you can roll twice to penetrate a creature's spell resistance and take the better result.
Force Missile (Sp)-As a standard action you can unleash a force missile that automatically strikes a foe, as magic missile. The force missile deals 1d4 points of damage plus the damage from your intense spells evocation power. This is a force effect. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your intelligence modifier.
Elemental Wall (Sp 8th level)-At 8th level, you can create a wall of energy that lasts for a number of rounds per day equal to your wizard level. These rounds do not need to be consecutive. This wall deals acid, cold, electricity, or fire damage, determined when you create it. The elemental wall otherwise functions like wall of fire.

Spell-Like Abilities-Force Missile (7/7)
0-Level (DC 14)-Acid Splash, Flare, Light, Ray of Frost
1-Level (DC 15)-Burning Boiling Hands, Ear-Piercing Scream, Magic Missile
2-Level (DC 16)-Flaming Scorching Sphere, Frost Fall

Scholar's Outfit-Perfect for a scholar, this outfit includes a robe, a belt, a cap, soft shoes, and possibly a cloak. (5gp; 6lbs)
Wizard's Kit-This kit includes a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, a flint and steel, ink, an inkpen, an iron pot, a mess kit, soap, a spell component pouch, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin. The kit does not contain a spellbook because a wizard begins play with a spellbook and does not need to purchase one. (21gp; 21lbs)
Dragon Pistol-Bonded idem with the word "wand" hand carved into the barrel. Spells are channeled through the gun. (Free; 3lbs)
Scorching Burst Rapier-Upon command, a flaming scorching rapier is sheatched in fire boiling bubbles that deal an extra 1d6 points of fire damage on a successful hit. The fire boiling bubbles don't not harm the wielder. The effect remains until another command is given.
A flaming scorching burst rapier functions as a flaming scorching rapier that also explodes with flame immense heat upon striking a successful critical hit. The fire immense heat does not harm the wielder. In addition to the extra fire damage from the flaming scorching ability, a flaming scorching burst rapier deals an extra 1d10 points of fire damage on a successful critical hit. (2020gp; 2lbs)

Growing up in Aquatica was never really ideal. It's small, it's rural, and it's boring. Whenever I was asked where I came from I'd get the sideways glance of confusion and I'd have to explain that it's a little town just outside Atlantis. After having to explain this about twenty times in a row I gave up on Aquatica and just started saying I was from Atlantis and that worked just fine for me.

But as I was saying growing up in Aquatica was never ideal. We were poor and kids are mean. As you can see from looking at me, I've never been a brawny meat head and that really didn't help me growing up. When every house around you is a sea-weed farm you get some abnormally muscular sea-elves, but my family was different. We were not farmers we were just cheap and being outside the city meant the tax collectors didn't come around as often and we could afford our house and to live a decently modest lifestyle. On the downside going to school with sea-elves whose arms were as thick as my head made me a good target for attack. Knowing I'd never be able to fight them off I learned to anticipate their attacks and avoid them before they started. Then one day everything changed, I could tell one of those burly sea-weed harvesting meat-heads was going to take a crack at me and I through up a hand in a meager defense and the boy flew back like he'd been hit with wild current. I was shocked, the boy and his friends were shocked. I looked from my hands to the fallen kid and then back again. I then looked at his friends and the look of terror on their faces as they grabbed their friend and ran away. I walked home in shock that day. When I got home I told my parents what had happened and they got so excited, I couldn't believe it, I was mortified at me very existence and they were excited about have a freak for a son. Next thing I knew they were scraping together every cent they could find and shipping me away to the nearest wizards academy, you may have heard of it, Gluggsburg Academy of Wizardry located in the center on Atlantis. Up until this day I have yet to go back. Maybe it's a little resentment towards my parents for sending me away when I was at my most vulnerable time or maybe it's from shame for never making a name for myself, but I've never gone back to that little house in the little rural town where my parents still live today.

But where was I? Oh yeah, I'm now a student at the Gluggsburg Academy of Wizardry. Being a school populated mainly be sea-elves the curriculum has a lengthy time table. For the first couple decades you are hardly even allowed to leave the grounds. You days consist of study, study, and more study with a meal thrown in here and there. This was hell. I have never cracked so many books in all my life. For a little recreation we were sent to the training grounds to practice what we had be studying. I learned the spell I had accidentally used on the young boy was a force missile and was proof I should be studying in the evocation school, not to mention the fact that I failed to pass a single class from the other schools but we don't need to go into that. Even among the evocation kids I was a bit of a failure. I just couldn't seem to focus my attacks so they would fire wildly off in different directions, I even gave my instructor, Mr Mispop, a new hairdo once. The Ray of Frost spell would have taken his head off if he didn't duck, instead he was left with a reverse mohawk through his neatly trimmed buzz cut. They would tell me I had to focus and I tried, I really did, but I just couldn't seem to get it. So I'd sneak out at night and walk, trying to let the day's torment's flow out of me. It was on one of these walks that I stumbled upon, and when I say stumbled upon I mean I literally stumbled over it and nearly fell face first into the ground, my "wand", well it's not actually a wand it's a bunch of metal and wood that have been crafted together into this interesting object. This "wand" must have fallen off of a ship manned by those stupid land dwellers who keep dumping crap our way, but this just seemed right so I took it back to my room. I wanted to ask my studies instructor about this strange object I had found but what do you know he was sick that day so we were given an extra practice day. As usual I'm firing all over and Mr. Mispop is yelling at me to focus, because you know yelling at someone really helps them relax and focus, and I started to think about my new object and the two humps that were in a perfect line across the top. So I pulled it out of my inner pocket of my coat and took aim and my Magic Missile hit the target, but not just hit lit the edge or even the outer ring, it was a bulls-eye. A gasp shot through the class. Maybe it was the gun in my hand or maybe it was the fact I actually got my spell to go where I wanted it to, but everyone's jaw dropped at the same time. So before anyone could say anything I tried again, I didn't even make a second hole, that was two missiles through the same bulls-eye. Mr. Mispop looked from me to the object in my hand to the target and back to me again, he did this about ten to fifteen times before speaking. When he finally found his words he said "I don't know what that is or how you did it, but keep doing it." so I did.

Now even in wizardry school there are bullies, and at first it was the cool thing to tease me about my wild shooting but now that I'm firing straight the new thing was my technique. "Wizards use wands, not scraps of metal" they'd taunt. After hearing that for a week I got an idea, with a little screw driver and a hammer I carefully carved the word "WAND" decoratively across both sides of the firing tube. The next time they said their little tease I brought it out saying "Oh, but this is my 'wand'", shut them up real quick. Now something unexpected happened when I carved that word into that thing. I when to the practice field for my normal target practice and fired a Magic Missile and the carving glowed white, confused I tried a Scorching Sphere and it glowed red, then a Ray of Frost and it glowed blue. it seems when I carved that metal it went deep enough to show the elemental magic I was using but not deep enough to make it disperse and weaken my attack, and man did it look cool.

Now the decades of study was only the first half of the training, if you could pass in your school you would be allowed to take the upper level classes which involved going on low level quests, you know things to test your skills but not kill you. So I was finally allowed off that campus without the possibility of getting in trouble for sneaking out. For these quests they would pair you up with two other wizards from two other schools and send you off to do these little quest that were to small to post for mercenaries, you know stuff like finding lost cat-fish and cleaning out abandoned homes so they could be sold, the school would get the reward and we would "have the pleasure" of receiving the "real world" experience. Now with the fact that we weren't getting any physical reward for our work there was an understanding among the students that "finders keepers" was always in play. It's amazing what you can find in a house that has been forcibly evicted for lack of paying your taxes. We found fancy clothes and shoes and weapons galore, that where I came across this little baby on my hip. It's a scorching burst rapier. Like all sea-elves my father taught me how to use a rapier when I was little, but he never had anything like this around. I try to keep my foes at a distance and this for an impressive show on my hip, but lord knows if you get to close your going to get burned.
Eventually I graduated for Glubbsburg, not the head of my class but I got out without them having to kick me out so that's always a plus. So do you have work for fresh out of school wizard like me?