Hit Dice: 1d6+1
Height: 6in at the shoulder
Languages: Draconic, Telepathy 60ft, Common, Elven, Gnome, Orc
Fortitude: +1 = 0(wizard)+1(Con)
Base Attack Bonus: +0
Armor Class: 17 =10(Base)+3(Dex)+2(Natural)+2(Tiny Size)
Str 10(12-2) Dex 16(14+2) Con 13
Bite(1d3, x2, 0ft reach, BPS) +5
Spell, Melee +5
Fly: +15 = 3(Dex)+8(Size)+4(Good Maneuverability)
Wizard, Arcane Bomber:
Favored Class Bonus: +1 skill point
Lv1: Scribe Scroll, Bomb(1d6+2 fire damage, /day, DC 12 for half), Spellblast Bombs, School of the Bomb(Oppositions Schools: Enchantment, Necromancy, Abjuration, Divination)
Pseudodragon Racial Traits:
-2 Strength, +2 Dexterity: Pseudodragons are fast and maneuverable, but fairly weak.
Tiny: Pseudodragons are Tiny creatures and gain a +2 size bonus to their AC, a +2 size bonus on attack rolls, a -2 penalty to their CMB and CMD, and a +8 size bonus on Fly and Stealth checks. They also have a 0 ft. reach, with the exception of their tails, which have a 5 ft. reach.
Slow Movement: Pseudodragons have a base speed uof 15 ft. on the ground.
Flight: Pseudodragons fly naturally with a 60 ft. fly speed and good maneuverability, which gives them a +4 bonus on fly checks.
Tough Hide: Pseudodragons gain a +2 natural bonus to Armor Class.
Senses: Pseudodragons have blindsense 60 ft., darkvision 60 ft., and low-light vision.
Stealthy: Pseudodragons gain a +2 racial bonus on Stealth checks; this improves to a +4 bonus in forests.
Spell Resistance: Pseudodragons have SR equal to 11 + class levels.
Natural Attacks: Pseudodragons have a bite attack (1d2 damage) and a tail sting attack (1d3 damage). Once per day per Con bonus (minimum 1/day), as a free action, the tail can inject a mild poison (injury; save Fort 1/2 class levels + Con bonus + 2; frequency 1/minute for 10 minutes; effect sleep for 1 minute; cure 1 save).
Languages: Pseudodragons begin play understanding Draconic and Common. While they can communicate telepathically to a range of 60 feet, they are limited to communicating in languages they understand. Those with high Int scores can choose from the following bonus languages: Elven, Gnome, Halfling, or Sylvan.
Lv1: Read Magic, Detect Magic, Mage Armor, Mount, Color Spray, Break, Vanish,
Wizard Spells Prepared
Lv1(DC 13): Vanish, Break
Tik-Tik, so named because of his peculiar habit of clicking his teethe together, grew up the adopted son of an elven wizard. He learned he had been stolen from his parents by a band of thieves, and the elf had managed to save him before it was too late. His parents were not so lucky.
This caused Tik-Tik to be sad for an entire day. He hid himself away and didn't eat. The next morning though, his curiosity got the better of him(again I should add) and he went down into the kitchen to fix himself something to eat. Dragging a large book from his father's shelf, he began to to follow the recipe for what he thought was his favorite kind of oatmeal.
Just waking up, his father started to stretch and heard a large explosion from downstairs. Running down the stairs as fast as he could, he followed the smoke trail traveling across the ceiling to the kitchen, where he found Tik-Tik laying on his back. Looking at his father upside down, all Tik-Tik could do was say “Boom!” and giggle wildly. Seeing the potential his adopted son had, the elf's next purchase was a small lab and some formulas. He beamed with pride as Tik-Tik took to the alchemical arts as quickly as he himself and taken to wizardry.
Years pass and son father and son are making their living selling the potions, scrolls, and the occasional magical weapon. Then it is Tik-Tik turn to wake to an explosion. Flying down the stairs faster than humanly possible, he finds his father next to the front door, the house burning around him as he tries desperately to stem the blood flowing from a large gash in his side. He explained as quickly as he could that the people who had stolen him when he was young had found out about him and had come for him. He'd driven them off for now, but Tik-Tik needed to take everything he could carry and leave now.
So, as the fire from his father's spell spread through the house, Tik-Tik moved as fast as he could to collect his things. Risking life and limb, the last thing he grabbed before jumping out of the top floor window was his father's spellbook. As he fell, his wings snapped open and the hot air from the fire raised him high up into the sky.
Spending the several months saddened, Tik-Tik stayed away from people as much as he could, spending his time reminiscing about the time he had spent cooking up new chemical concoctions with his father, making candies for the little children that came by to play, or reading books twice as heavy as he was in front of the fire...
After that, he started traveling. Someone out there had wanted him enough to kill his parents and then his adoptive father. How many others had they done this to? What was the point?! Tik-Tik planned on finding out. With extreme prejudice if necessary...
it was this determination that left Tik-Tik battered and beaten on a lone stretch of road. Yes, the storm wasn't bad under normal circumstances, but a run in with two Hawks had left him weak, and he'd crashed through tree limbs. It was only through Apsu's grace that a kindly old woman saw him the next day and took him home, raising him the rest of his childhood and helping him learn more about magic and his cousins.
Father's Spellbook, Backpack, Wooden Holy Symbol of Nethys, Spell component pouch, 4 days of trail rations, scroll case, 8oz vial of ink, inkpen, five sheets of parchment.
Scrolls: Mage Armor, Color Spray
011 gold pieces