AC 18, touch 18, flat-footed 15. . (+3 Dex, +5 Wisdom)
HP 15 (1d10+4+1)
Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +7 (+3 on all saves vs. poison, spells and spell-like abilities)
Defensive Abilities ac bonus, defensive training
Speed 20 ft. (No Armor)
Melee Unarmed Strike +2 (1d6+1/20/x2)
. . Flurry of Blows +2/+2 (1d6+1/20/x2)
Ranged Special Attacks stunning fist (dc15, 1/day), transfer ailment (8/day)
Vitalist Powers (ML 1st, Concentration +6, 4 Power Points)
. . 1st [1PP/power*] collapse [DC16*], natural healing, vigor
*= Increases when augmented. Maximum PP/power is equal to Manifester Level.
An unlikely immigrant to Talingarde, Pyotr is the hard-nosed son of a family of dwarven doctors. Unlike his forebears, however, the youngest Varonov has always had a malicious streak. Though soft-spoken, his countenance is nearly constantly locked into a frown and his bedside manner is not just lacking, it's nigh nonexistant. Despite this, however, he earned himself a measure of respect in Talingarde as an efficient and capable physician.
That is, he had, until he began to manifest strange mental powers. A sort of conduit into other people's minds, Pyotr found himself able to forcefully enter the thoughts of his patients, giving him free reign to rifle through their metaphorical mental drawers. To his great displeasure, however, he found that he would leave distinct mental afterimages that would haunt his patients for weeks at a time. It did not take long before the authorities were notified, but due to a lack of evidence, the dwarven man was simply barred from practicing medicine.
Turning to the underground remnants of his faith (the few remaining priests of Asmodeus finding refuge in Talingarde), Pyotr continued his practice, and his mind meddling, in secret. Though he relished the opportunity to work outside the society that had shunned his experiments, it was all too soon before his malpractice led him to being captured and sentenced to death in the halls of Branderscar Prison for witchcraft. Now awaiting his execution, Pyotr grits his teeth and focuses his fury towards the fools that would halt his studies. In three days, he is scheduled to die, but until the flames consume him, he refuses to surrender.
Proud and confident, Pyotr stands nearly four and a half feet tall, weighing just over 200 pounds. Despite his weight, he appears less stout than most of his kin. With a neatly cared for blond beard, and well-tailored physician's outfit, he appears almost regal, despite his status as an disgraced physician and the darkness that lives in his heart. A secret adherent of Asmodeus, his meddling in the minds of his patients eventually led to him being driven from his position as a respected physician and surgeon, and then to the walls of Branderscar, where he now awaits a fiery death.
Pyotr can be best described as calm and terse. A man of few words, he answers most questions with noncommittal grunts and cold glares. His gravelly voice and nearly completely nonexistant bedside manner tend to put others off, however, which is why he tends to not speak as much as most. Since his powers awakened, he has become even more quiet, spending most of his time trying to grasp the breadth of his new capabilities.
Rough around the edges, even by dwarven standards, the ex-physician was not hiding the evil in his intentions nearly as well as he thought he was. Still new to his mental powers, he left behind more and more evidence the more he tested them on his patients. All were left with a cloying darkness haunting their dreams, and the crazed, scowling countenance of a black-skinned dwarf... and this truly epitomizes the man that Pyotr has become.