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Dragon Senses (Ex):
Dragons have Darkvision 120 ft. and blindsense 60 ft.
They see four times as well as a human in dim light and twice as well in normal light.

Stat's 20 point spend.
Str 12 +1 2p
Dex 14 +2 2p [+2 Dragon]
Con 12 +1 2p
Int 19 +3 7p[+2 human +2 dragon]
Wis 12 +1 2p
Cha 14 +2 5p

Speed 60 ft, swim 60 ft, Fly 150 ft. Maneuverability (Average).

HD 1d12+1 [hp 13]
Size - Small

[16] 10 +2dex +1AC Size bonus +3NA FF14/T13

Bite TH+2 (5’ Reach), DMG 1d6+2 [Magic]
Claws x2 TH+2 DMG1d4 DMG +1 [Magic]

Cone of Fire 1d4 dam (20’)
DC (10+ ½ HD+ Con)
Once every 1d4/rounds

Saves Base +2/+2/+2

Fort +3
Ref +4
Wil +3

water breathing,
Immune to fire, Paralysis, Sleep,
Vulnerability to cold, 1.5 x Cold DMG

Race Human Normal feat: x1
1: Additional Traits

Race Dragon Monster Feat: x1
1: Monster Multi-Attack

Traits: X4

1:Criminal *Social
You spent your early life robbing and stealing to get by.
Benefits: Select one of the following skills: Disable Device, Intimidate, or Sleight of Hand. You gain a +1 trait bonus on that skill, and it is always a class skill for you.

2: Magical Talent Magical
Either from inborn talent, the whimsy of the gods, or obsessive study of strange tomes, you have mastered the use of a cantrip.
Benefit: Choose a 0-level spell. You may cast that spell once per day as a spell-like ability. This spell-like ability is cast at your highest caster level gained; if you have no caster level, it functions at CL 1st. The spell-like ability's save DC is Charisma-based.
Spell: Prestidigitation 1/day

3: Arcane Dabbler *Regional
Your study of magic is shown by your expertise in the simplest of magical exploits.
Benefit: Select two non-harmful arcane cantrips. You can cast these two cantrips once per day each (caster level 1st).If you have levels in a class that can cast these cantrips, your caster level for these cantrips is equal to that class level.
Spell: Purify Food and drink1/day
Spell: Detect Magic 1/day

4:Sacred Touch *Faith
You were exposed to a potent source of positive energy as a child, perhaps by being born under the right cosmic sign, or maybe because one of your parents was a gifted healer.
Benefit: As a standard action, you may automatically stabilize a dying creature merely by touching it.

HD 1d12 Hatchling
Size Small

Bite TH+2 (5’ Reach), DMG 1d6+2 [Magic]
Claws TH+2 DMG1d4 DMG +1 [Magic]

Fire Subtype,
water breathing,
Immune to fire, Paralysis, Sleep,
Vulnerability to cold, 1.5 x Cold DMG

+1 AC Size bonus Small,
+1 NA Small

Stats +2 Dex, +2 Int

Page 44 Savage Species Gold Dragon

Golden scales cover the body of this majestic dragon, and a regal crest of horns arches backward above wise and piercing eyes.

Gold dragons are the epitome of virtue. Other metallic dragons revere their gold cousins as the agents of divine forces and the
paragons of dragon kind, and often seek them for advice or aid.

Speed 60 ft, swim 60 ft, Fly 150 ft. (M-Average)

Breath weapon (Su):
Cone of Fire 1d4 dam (20’)
DC (10+ ½ HD+ Con) Once every 1d4/rounds

Skills (6+ Int):
Appraise, Bluff, Climb, Craft, Diplomacy, Fly, Heal, Intimidate, Knowledge (all), Linguistics, Perception, Sense Motive, Spellcraft, Stealth, Survival, Swim, Use Magic Device

[b]Dragon Senses (Ex): [/v]
Dragons have Darkvision 120 ft. and blindsense 60 ft.
They see four times as well as a human in dim light and twice as well in normal light.

Spells:
A dragon knows and casts arcane spells as a sorcerer of the level indicated in its specific description. Its caster level depends on its age, as shown for each type.
Spells = bonus spells based on Cha.

Spell-Like Abilities: A dragon’s caster level for its spell-like abilities is equal to its total Hit Dice.
Spell-like abilities: Save (DC 10+ Cha +spell level)

Damage Reduction: Dragons gain damage reduction as they age and increase in level, as indicated on each dragon’s specific entry.

Natural Weapons:
Their natural weapons are treated as magic weapons for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.

Base attack Bonus:
As per fighter, dragons gain +1 per level.

Skill Points [6+4x1] 10

+2 Acrobatics(+2dex, 0rank)
+4 Appraise(+4int, 0rank)<
+2 Bluff (+2Cha 0Ran)<
+1 Climb(+1str, 0rank)<
+* Craft[all] (+4int, 0rank)<
+9 Disable Device (+4int, 1rank +1 Trait)<
+6 Diplomacy (2Cha 1Ran)<
+2 Disguise(+2cha, 0rank)
+6 Fly (2dex 1rank)<
+2 Escape Artist(+2dex, 0rank)
+1 Heal (1wis 0rank)<
+5 Intimidate (+1Cha 1Rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Dungeoneering) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Engineering) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Geography) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (History) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Local) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Nature) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Nobility) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Planes) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Arcana) (+4int, 0rank)<
+4 Knowledge (Religion) (+4int, 0rank)<
+8 Linguistics(+4int 1rank)<
+6 Perception(+2wis, 1rank)<
+1 Ride (+1Str 0ranks)
+2 Perform (+2Cha 0Rank)
+6 Sense Motive(2wis 1rank)<
-- Sleight of Hand(+2dex, 0rank)
+8 Spell craft(+4int, 1rank)<
+6 Stealth(+2dex, 1rank)<
+1 Survival(+1Wis 0rank)<
+5 Swim (+1Str 1rank)<
+2 Use Magic Device(+2cha,0rank)<

Concentration +5 (1CL+4INT)

< = Classfeat other Skill

She was a criminal,"Take what you can, when you can" that was her motto, you lean things like that on the streets. Your learn lots of the thing, like “No one’s ever coming to help you” you leaning to do things on your own, to move fast, think fast, to spot trouble before it comes and most of all, to stay alive. Simple rules kept you alive.

1: Keep out the laws way,
2: Always keep an eye on your back.
3: Only trust the ones you known and even then not 100%
4: Always have a plan to get away.
5: Most of all never ever stick your neck out for anyone!.

Simple ideas to keep you alive on and in the unforgiving streets, the bars, inns and black markets of any city. She knew this; she had been to a few. Life for her had started with old Meg, a washer woman down by the river huts. Meg was not her mother; meg was just the old lady that found her, a few days old and dying. Why old Meg has not just let the river take the child she thought she knew. Meg had been lonely, life washing rags for coppers; dos not lead to a fun social life. Sphene was raised by Meg, her Life washing tags, picking rags from trash bundling rags up. That all ended with the bad winter, Meg was old and old bones find the cold hard. One frosty morning Sphene had awakened to find old Meg as cold as the ice on the water coop. Two days she had sat with her, looking at the still body, but in the end hunger and driven her outside and into the streets. She thinks she was six or seven. Begging for anything to eat, sleeping in doorways. She had found a broken down house. More street kids inside, a pack it did not take long for who to work out that a pack had places for everyone, even someone at the bottom. They stole, they begged, the conned and tricked. They did what they needed to, older kids showed your ones. She grew and leaned, the rules of the street. At 11 she spent some time in a city orphanage, I run in with the law got her that. She leaned to read and write but soon the creepy headmaster of its school drove her out. She knew the type. You did when on the streets, then ones walking looking for the weak and young to exploit.
So more time living day to day, It was chance meeting that got her a brake. An older street girl she had known from the house days. An upmarket Bathhouse was looking for girls, about her age, they were to fetch and carry for the paying guests. She had gone and was given a bed in a room with nine others. The work was hard the food bad but they trained you to be courtesans for a year. The ones who had the skill and wit would carry on; the ones that failed would have a life of cleaning and scrubbing. She was smart, she did well. Now the fact she could read and write paid off. The bath house paid, she worked. That all ended with the war, cities have wars “Turf wars”. The bathhouse was on one gangs Turf, another wanted it, fights and then a fire, no more path house. She was out on the street again. But now she had skills, she found a place, get what she needed and worked marks. She had it a few times in the bath house. Too much drink and small pinch of this powder and a costumer was fast asleep. So she dressed as a high class lady, went out and when some gent wanted to take her to see his paintings. She happy went, a few hours later letting herself out whit whatever she could carry. But you have to keep moving, doing this in the same town or city was not a good idea. Best do two of three then move on. This is how she had spent the last few years. To keep up appearances she had paid for classes in talking, manners and customs. She knew what she was, she was a criminal. But she never went out of her way to hurt others; she only robbed the well off. She kept away from politics and religions, a fools game both. She did what she had always done and looked after number one. That was until she broke one of her own rules. Why she had done it she had been racking her brains over for weeks. Madness?, getting soft?, or just plain stupidity.
It had been a dark night, the true dark of the moons they said. A good night to rob a mark, and a good mark she had found, fat drunk, rich and dripping gold. A few drinks, and small drop of that, one Inn room later and he was sleeping of a hangover from hell and she was outside walking down the street with her hand tucked in her hand-muf holding a good 2lb of solid gold chain. Not bad for one nights work and would pay for the trip out of town.

Then a sound, coming from the door to a temple no less, small but looked well made. She did not recognise to whom, which was not surprising as she kept away from gods and there places as much as she could. Then again the sound like Clanking, “what was that??”. She did not know why but she crept up to the open temple door way. She spotted it was damaged, someone or thing had gone to town on it and take of this mounts. Right there, that’s when she SHOULD have just walked away. She kept thinking that. But NO she had to do on, may be it was the idea of loot, everyone knew temples where loaded. The street was empty, that was to be expected this time of night. So dumb as a fish, she snuck in, slipping into the shadows, no one is sigh, and that sound again. “Thunk! Thunk!” A dull metallic thudding. She walked deeper in, one Colom then the next then..

Body’s lots of body’s she could see them piled up, persist and high up ones by the looks of them, now dead, arms legs heads missing. She also spotted what had done it, Big black shifting dark, hard to see its true form, and the feeling it was giving off, not good not good at all. But it was what it was doing that shocked her. This temple had a goddess statue, she knew because the black thing now held it one the floor and was trying to drive a very large Black spike into its heart. All this was shocking but nut as shocking as what she could see the statue doing. It was screaming! Silently screaming, eyes wide and terrified, that look , the look she had seen before on street kids, that look of pain and suffering, of powerlessness or hopelessness . She had feat rage; a life time of feeling just like that will do that. Rage, she had done something so stupid so so stupid. Taking her hand rapped In a gold chain she had run up to the thing of darkness and hit it, wiping it with the chain. As hard as she could, to make it stop to push it back. She was a fly and it a great giant, but as soon as the gold touched it, it had screamed!!. A Terrifying bellow of a scream that shuck the very stones of the temple, It span and screamed at her face, a vast mouth open to the vastness of space was in front of her. At that moment she knew she was to die. It hit her like the fly she was, sending her crashing off to the left, but the chain was still in it. She was flung around rapping around its neck. Shaking his head violently, he arm popped as it dislocated, Bones cracked. Like a rag she was tossed about, then slimed into its side as the chain raped once more around it and held her tight. It burned her, the darkness of it new was seeping away into the night air, and with each bellow of darkness it burned cold into her flesh. It shrank screaming smaller and smaller until nothing was left, just her and the chain and the statue. The statue that was now getting up, it looked wounded, she looked on, but one eye could not see, she could feel blood seeping out of her body, her flesh cracked and broken. She knew Shock was keeping the pain away, ‘not long now’. Stupid way to die, saving a statue, one that was coming to stand over her as she gasped for breath. She tied to tilt her head to look up into its hard gold face. I woman, a goddess maybe, she did not know or care, death was coming and it was her own stupid fault.

The goddess statue looked down at her a pained look one its face,
“Your no one of mine, strange, your no ones, a free agent yet her you are saving me?”
It knelt down next to her, looking closer.
“I see your soul child; you have done things that would never make you mind yet…”
It stood back up and looked around its eyes locked onto an object close to temple altar.
“No mortal magic can heal what has been done to your body child, and this night I need all my power to defend my temple with in this realm for each is being attack as this one was. But I owe you child for giving me a chance others more powerful would not.”
The statue talked over to the object a large gold egg.
“This was a gift to the temple by a very great and wise friend; It’s sterile, lacking the spark of life. I do not think she will mind now if I used to pay someone for a giving their life in a selfless act.
“What she on about, she was dying that’s all that was happening, not mortal magic, just great, she was going to die, that what you get for forgetting the rules of the street, stick your neck out and you lose your head.” The pain came, she gasped then it started to get dark.
‘so stupid, stupid… stupid… stupid..’
She died.

There was warmth, it was warm, a beat, content and pounding, she was warm, it was dark and there was no pain. Slowly her thoughts came back to her, they jumped around. A room full of children, repeating words, Rags lots of wags, an old woman’s face, a man drunk falling over. Looking at a river with the sun on her face. Then shock! The temple, pain, burning a gold face, she had to get out brake out get away. A crack, then more, she pushed and pushed, the pain. She gasped for air, falling onto hot solid ground. She was wet, liquid was falling off her and onto the ground. She pushed up on her legs all four of them. ‘What! It was dark but she could see, legs, scales legs with scales, golden scales she moved fell, got up and fell again; no one was around her, a cave, a hot cave. Light was coming into the cave, up ahead. Falling and getting up she moved, She felt odd, something on her back, pulling her down, she flexed it and it stopped, one step two. Soon she was at the light looking over a wild valley. ‘where the hell am I?, what am I?’ she looked about, something moved close to her left a rabbit. Hells balls she was hungry, she tried to move to get it but her body was so odd. She just fell down onto the grass and rested. ‘What had the b**&% goddess done to her, she was a monster, no man would look at her now, no mark to take, hell how would she even get into town looking like this. She need to find out more, find out just what the hell she was and how she could fix this.