Pending - using blocks from another character.
Celestial Alchemist
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Name Player: WD
Human Artificer
XP 0
Level 1
Initiative +0
Senses Normal Vision
Passive Insight 13;
Passive Perception 13
HP 26;
Bloodied 13;
Surge Value 6;
Surges Per-Day 9
AC 17;
Fortitude 14;
Reflex 15;
Will 13
Speed 6
Alignment Unaligned
Languages ?
Str 13
Dex 11
Wis 12
Con 14
Int 18
Cha 10
Racial Abilities
Bonus At-Will Power; Bonus Feat; Bonus Skill; Human Defense Bonuses
Class Features
Arcane Replenishment, Healing Infusion, Ritual Casting, ritualbook
At-Will Powers
Thundering Armor, Aggrevating Force, ?
Encounter Powers
Spike Wire
Daily Powers
Caustic Rampart
Utility Powers
-
Feats
Ritualist, Alchemy
Skills
Arcane* +9
Diplomacy* +5
Heal* +6
Perception* +6
History* +9
Thievery* +5
Rituals
Make Whole, Brew Potion
Equipment
Standard adventurers pack (15gp), leather armor (25gp), sling (1gp), 2 daggers (2gp), spear (5gp), ritualbook (class feature),
52gp (Bolts, alchemist's fire, ...)
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[sblock=Background]
Name: ?
Class: Artificer
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Neccesary background notes:
You study alchemy from old scrolls written by ancient alchemists, in the times of the four nations. You have been collecting those scrolls of ancient knowledge for most of your adult life. Today you have three. One describes the way to make potions; another describes the way of making an oil that ignites when exposed to air. The third has a recipe to make a paste. This paste expands and hardens when exposed to air.
Your search is allways stoped when you ran out of money. That force you to work for nobles, lords, secret societies, crime lords, and the list is quite long.
Basicaly you manufacture weapons, alchemical compounds and the like. After you make your job and get paid, you continue your search.
Your last job was in a nobles house, you were contracted to make a chair that propels itself forward. The nobleman’s father was too old to walk, and his temper didn’t allow anyone to carry him in a wheel chair. You worked there for months, and finally made a prototype. For your like, you used too much gunpowder in it. You wished to taste it with a dummy, but the old man insisted to taste it himself. Sufficient is to say that the earth met the air, and the old man met his ancestors. Luckily for you the disaster produced a fair amount of smoke and confusion, and you could escape easily. As you ran away you heard the noble’s promise to pursuit you to the edge of the world.
With that in mind you kept searching for your scrolls in a place a bit far away from the scene.
Personality:
Pending
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