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AC 15 (+1 item; +1 dex; +3 proficiency)
HP 18 (6+1d8+4)
Fort +9 [E]; Ref +6 [E]; Will +3 [T]
Weakness Fire: 1

Speed 25 ft.
Ranged fire blast (one action) +7 (1d8 fire) [Range 60 ft.]
Ranged fire blast (two action) +7 (1d8+4 fire) [Range 60 ft.]

Kinesis Abilities: Base Kinesis; Burning Jet; Elemental Blast; Flying Flame

Str 10, Dex 12, Con 18, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
General Feats: Canny Acumen (Perception)
Ancestry Feats: Shiny Button Eyes
Class Feats: Elemental Familiar, Burning Jet, Flying Flame
Skill Feats: Fascinating Performance
Skills Acrobatics +4 [T]; Athletics +3 [T]; Deception +6 [T]; Intimidation +6 [T]; Lore (Fireworks) +4 [T]; Nature +4 [T]; Performance +6 [T]
Languages Common, Goblin
Combat Gear Armored Cloak (2gp)
Other Gear Adventurer’s Pack (1gp, 5sp): The pack contains the following items: backpack (containing the other goods), bedroll, 10 pieces of chalk, flint and steel, 50 feet of rope, 2 weeks' rations, soap, 5 torches, and a waterskin; Tent (Pup) (8sp); Clothes (Desert, Cold-Weather, Ordinary 2x; Fine) (3gp)
Wealth (@0XP = 15 gp) 7gp and 7sp remaining

GP: 0gp
Experience: 0

Soot Cinderstitch remembers nothing of the hands that first stitched him together. He awoke alone among the blackened remains of a wagon that had burned to its iron frame, surrounded by ash that should have consumed him as well. Instead, a warm ember pulsed where his cotton heart ought to have been. Though his burlap body bore scorch marks and singed patches, the flames nestled within him never spread unless he willed them to. Curious rather than afraid, Soot wandered the roads of Golarion, learning that while most folk fled from smoke and fire, a gentle smile and a kind word could calm even those startled by the little doll whose button eyes glowed like banked coals.
The wandering circus known as the Refuge of Wonders welcomed Soot without hesitation, seeing not a monster but a marvel. There he found purpose as the troupe's pyrotechnician, conjuring graceful ribbons of living flame that danced through the air without burning the performers they embraced. Children squealed with delight as fiery birds circled overhead, while adults watched in awe as blazing arches and swirling embers transformed each performance into something unforgettable. Away from the spotlight, however, Soot proved just as valuable around the evening campfire, tending cooking flames, warming cold hands, and quietly mending scorched costumes with careful little stitches whenever one of his "accidents" got carried away.
Soot believes fire is neither cruel nor kind—it is change given form. A forest fire clears the way for new growth, a forge tempers steel into something stronger, and a candle can banish darkness with the smallest spark. As a Pathfinder, he hopes to carry that same lesson into the wider world: burning away fear, despair, and corruption so that hope can take root in their place. Though enemies often underestimate the soot-stained doll shuffling toward them with polite little steps, they soon discover that beneath his patched burlap exterior burns an elemental inferno that refuses to be extinguished. As Soot cheerfully likes to say before battle, "Don't worry... everything that burns can become something beautiful afterward."