I'm going to leave background for now, until we have enough PCs to try and work together to some degree. Rough sketch: He's a fairly studious young man, an assistant shopkeeper who discovered that his mind was good for a little more than calculating change.
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[B]Name:[/B] Finadel Kern
[B]Class:[/B] Psion (Telepath)
[B]Race:[/B] Half-Elf
[B]Size:[/B] Medium (5'4", 150 lbs)
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Lawful Neutral
[B]Str:[/B] 10 +0 [B]Level:[/B] 1 [B]XP:[/B] 0
[B]Dex:[/B] 14 +2 [B]BAB:[/B] +0 [B]HP:[/B] 9 (1d4+1+4)
[B]Con:[/B] 13 +1 [B]Grapple:[/B] +0 [B]PP:[/B] 3
[B]Int:[/B] 16 +3 [B]Speed:[/B] 30'
[B]Wis:[/B] 11 +0 [B]Init:[/B] +2 [B]Current HP:[/B] 9
[B]Cha:[/B] 16 +3
[B]Base Armor Shield Dex Size Misc[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 14 10 +2 +0 +2 +0 +0
[B]Touch:[/B] 12
[B]Flat:[/B] 12
[B]Base Mod Misc[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] +1 +0 +1 --
[B]Ref:[/B] +2 +0 +2 --
[B]Will:[/B] +2 +2 +0 (+2 v Enchantments)
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Club +0 1d6 20
Dagger +0 1d4 19-20
Dagger, Thrown +2 1d4 19-20 (10' range increment)
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Elven, Celestial, Draconic, Dwarven
[B]Feats:[/B]
Psionic Body [1st]
Overchannel [psion 1]
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Immunity to Sleep
Low-Light Vision
Elven Blood
Bonus Feat
[B]Powers Known:[/B]
1st: 3 (Far Hand, Mind Link, Mind Thrust)
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 20 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 4/2
[B]Skills: Ranks Mod Misc[/B]
Bluff +5 2 +3 --
Concentration +5 4 +1 --
Diplomacy +8 3 +3 +2
Gather Information +8 3 +3 +2
Knowledge: Psionics +5 2 +3 --
Listen +1 +0 +1
Psicraft +5 2 +3 --
Search +4 +3 +1
Sense Motive +4 4 +0 --
Spot +1 +0 +1
Armor Check Penalty: -0
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Club -gp 3lb
Dagger (2) 4gp 2lb
Leather Armor 10gp 15lb
Potion of CLW (2) 100gp -lb
Backpack 2gp 2gp
Belt Pouch (2) 2gp 1lb
Waterskin 1gp 4lb
Total 19
[B]Total Weight:[/B] 27lb/33lb (light load)
[B]Money:[/B] 1 gp 0 sp 0 cp
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*Ha! They're not looking. I can slip this under my cloak, wait a few more moments and then slip out with nobody the wiser.*
I looked up immediately from the tally sheet as I heard the plans of a wouldbe shoplifter announced clear as day. It was late in the day, my father was busy with a customer, and I was running figures for the days sales. My eyes sought out the only other person in the shop, some young punk, lingering in the far corner of the store. I looked over to my father, seeking his opinion, but he appeared not to have noticed anything. Lucky for the kid, I guess. Dad would have been over there in a heartbeat, hauling the kid out by his ear and hollering for the guards. I excused myself for a moment and went out the back, hurrying around the shop just in time to bump into our thief as he was trying to leave.
His eyes bugged out and he stood their frozen as I gave him my best glare and reached under his cloak to retrieve the belt buckle he had been trying to steal. I'd been practicing my glare for a few years now, it still wasn't anything near as strong as the force my father put out when angry, but it was enough to pin some street rat in place. He stuttered out at being caught.
"H . . h . . how did you do that?"
I shook my head in disgust at the stupidity of youth.
"You announced your theft to the whole store you idiot! Next time at least try whispering if you're going to insist on publicizing your crimes. Bah, get out of here!"
I drove the kid off with a cuff to the back of his head, more generous than he would have gotten from my father, or the guard. As he bolted off into the late afternoon crowd, I could hear him muttering to himself.
"But I didn't say ANYTHING."
Shaking my head I continued on through the front door and returned the stolen buckle to the shelf, rejoinging my father and ingoring his questioning glance as to my odd departure and return.
...
Looking back, that was the first time I ever noticed my power.
...
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