| Full Name |
Oscar Aramil |
| Race |
Half-Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Alchemist (Beastmorph) 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Deity |
Cayden Cailean |
| Languages |
Common, Elven, Dwarven, Orc, Halfling |
| Occupation |
Brewmeister |
| Strength |
12 |
| Dexterity |
15 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
16 |
| Wisdom |
13 |
| Charisma |
10 |
About Oscar Aramil
Character Sheet
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DEFENSIVE
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AC:14 Touch:12 Flat Footed: 12
CMD:14
Fort:3 Reflex:5 Will:1
HP:9
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OFFENSIVE
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Base Attack: +0
CMB:1
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RACIAL TRAITS
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Low-Light Vision
Adaptability: Skill focus(Alchemy)
Elf Blood
Elven Immunities:Immune to magic sleep effects and get +2 against enchantment
Keen Senses: +2 perception
Multitalented
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TRAITS
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Fortified Drinker: +2 saves against mind affecting for 1 hour after imbibing alcohol.
Sacred Touch: Automatically stabilize a dying creature by touching it.
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FEATS & CLASS ABILITIES
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Alchemy
Bomb 1d6 4/day
Brew Potion
Mutagen
Throw Anything (Add int mod to splash weapon damage)
Extra Bombs: 2/day
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SKILLS
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(Ability+Rank+Special mod)
Class skill
Craft(Alchemy) 3+1+4 =11
Craft(Spirits) 3+1 =7
Knowledge(Nature) 3+1=7
Perception 1+1+2 =6
Profession(Brewmeister) 1+1=5
Sleight of Hand 2+1 =6
Survival 1+1 =5
Backstory
Living in a small village in the east, Oscar made a respectable living working in a brew house. He'd found that by utilizing his vast alchemical knowledge (probably the only good thing his foster parents ever did for him) he was able to infuse various flavors into the wines and beers he brewed. This made him quite popular among the people, and even the odd trader that came through would be impressed and buy a large stock off him.
One night, while sampling a little too much of his latest creation, Oscar suddenly found himself quite unconscious. Out of the darkness monsters and god-sworn swarmed across the land, devouring and destroying everything in their path. The receded to encompas the whole of the world as it was consumed by a blight that caused it to wink out of existence.
He awoke the next morning with a head clearer than anyone had a right to expect. In this clarity he recalled the vision he had and knew it for what it was. A message sent to him from his god Cayden Cailean, a message meant to warn him of an impending doom. With no more to go on than that he hopped out of bed and began to plot out his next move. When the gods call, you answer.
