Here we go. I'm not an experienced Dark Sun player, but I waded through what info I could find- let me know if anything in the background is off. Would you have any objection if I was gunning for the Psionic Monk PrC found in Prestige Class Compendium 1 on athas.org?
Ghazi- N mul Psychic Warrior 3
Strength: 16 +3
Dexterity: 14 +2
Constitution: 16 +3
Intelligence: 10 +0
Wisdom: 13 +1
Charisma: 10 +0
HP: 34
AC: 12 (10 +2 Dex)
Base attack bonus: +3
Melee attack: +6
Ranged attack: +5
Attacks:
Unarmed strike +7 melee 1d3+3 bludgeoning, 20/x2 crit
Saves:
Fort +6
Ref +3
Will +2
Skills:
Autohypnosis 3 ranks, +3 class, +1 Wis, +7 total [Note: I am presuming that this is the skill used to gain psionic focus]
Perception 1 rank, +3 class, +1 Wis, +5 total
Survival 2 ranks, +1 Wis, +3 total
Feats:
Simple Weapons Proficiency
Martial Weapons Proficiency
Light Armor Proficiency
Medium Armor Proficiency
Heavy Armor Proficiency
Shield Proficiency
Improved Unarmed Strike
Psionic Fist
Latent Power
Weapon Focus (Unarmed)
Scorpion Style
Racial traits:
Darkvision 60 ft
Darven Blood
Extended Activity
Hardy
Ignore Pain (Nonlethal DR 1/-)
Speaks Common
Favored Class: Psychic Warrior
Power points/day:
6
Powers known:
Inertial Armor
Offensive Precognition
Pulverizing Blows (Claws of the Beast variant, discussed)
Dissipating Touch
Appearence: Ghazi is tall, well-muscled, and of intimidating physique, like many other mul. Unlike them, he has a glint of intelligence and self-confidence in his eye, not the beaten dimness or stupid hostility displayed by many others of his kind. He is also quite young, for a free mul.
Personality: Along with physical traits, Ghazi seems to have inherited the best in the psyches of both his parent races. He combines the focus of a dwarf with the polymath tendencies of a human to throw himself fully into whatever challenge he faces.
Background:
All mul are, of course, born into slavery. The slower and weaker of them are put to simple manual labor, but the destiny of those unfortunate enough to be born healthy and strong is to be thrown into the gladiatorial pits. Those doubly unfortunate happen to be born in Draj; their bloodsports regularly vie to top all others in sheer quantinty of blood and cruelty.
Ghazi was born a very strong mul in an outlying suburb of Draj, and so he faced his fate early. An unusually large 'crop' of mul suitable for battle was born in Draj one year; rather than waste the cream of that crop on manual labor, a templar of Tectuktitlay put a plan into motion of unusual cruelty even for the high standards of that city. When they reached the age of just ten years old, he announced that Tectuktitlay hungered for younger sacrifices, and set up a series of special exhibition matches pitting mul children against an equal number of captured halfling raiders.
Some avoided the new matches, but many flocked to them, and what had begun as mere spectacle became an expected part of Draj's games. As the surviving mul children became more and more skilled, their death rate tapered off, the children began to enjoy a few of the perks of victorious gladiators, and for a brief time Ghazi enjoyed a few glimmers of happiness.
Then the crowds began to thin and grow restless at the letup in the bloodletting, and the templars began giving the mul fewer and fewer weapons in their matches with the halflings. The deaths began again, everyone around Ghazi falling as the weapons they learned to rely on were taken away from them one by one; only he managed to adapt, fighting as well with his fists as another might with the best of weapons. Two years and countless pointless spillages of blood later, there were only two of the original child warriors remaining; Ghazi and Tlatoani, a powerful psion who had survived by forging his mind itself into a weapon.
When they were pitted against each other, Ghazi was saddened but not surprised. He had a quiet talk with Tlatoani, and the next morning appeared in the arena in full traditional gladiator gear, as did Tlatoani. The audience saw them wage a titanic battle, muscle pitted against mind, with spectacular blasts and armies of astral constructs countered with incredible aerial maneuvers and single-mindedly vicious blows. As they fought, their captors began to sweat; neither of them had demonstrated that kind of power in any of their prior matches...would they be able to keep the winner of this clash of titans once the battle was over? The fight built to a crescendo, Ghazi battering through the astral legions of Tlatoani to face him one-on-one....
And then the illusion vanished.
By the time the guards had fully realized what happened, Ghazi and Tlatoani were both well on their way to Tyr on the fastest mounts they could find. They eventually parted ways when Tlatoani found a job as part of a Templar's retinue in Balic, and he continued to wander until again captured and put on the slave ship that kicks off the campaign.