Simeon

University Lecturer

Description:

Simeon Plavini Wizard 1D HP:10/(10)/10 AC 12/12/10 Stbl:13/(13) Fort:1 Ref:2 Will:3 Init +3 Perception1
About Simeon Plavini

Simeon Plavini
Male Human Wizard 1D
LN Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +1

Defense:

AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (2 Dex)
hp 10 (1d6
4)
Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3
Stability 13

Offense:


Speed 20 ft.
Melee dagger +0 (1d4/19-20) and
. . quarterstaff +0 (1d6)
Ranged light crossbow +2 (1d8/19-20)
Special Attacks hand of the apprentice (6/day)
Wizard Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +4):
1st—hypnotism (DC 14), mage armor, cause fear(DC 14)
0 (at will)—daze (DC 13),ghost sound, detect magic, prestidigitation (DC 13)

Statistics:


Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 13, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12
Feats Scholar, Scribe Scroll, Toughness
Traits mathematical prodigy, Inspired by Greatness ( 1 spell at +1 level)
Skills
Acrobatics -1
Appraise +3
Bluff +0
Climb -3
Diplomacy +0
Disguise +0
Escape Artist -1
Fly -1
Heal +1
Initimdate +0
Knowledge (arcana) +9
Knowledge (Engineering) +8
Knowledge (history) +7
Knowledge (local) +7
Knowledge (Religion) +9
Knowledge (Geography) +9
Perception +1
Profession (Lecturer) +5
Ride -1
Sense Motive +1
Spellcraft +7
Stealth -1
Survival +1
Swim -3

Languages Common, Draconic, Elven, Varisian
SQ arcane bonds (arcane bond [dagger]), specialized schools (universalist)
Other Gear
crossbow bolts (20), dagger (3), light crossbow, quarterstaff, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, chalk (5), flint and steel, ink, black, inkpen, paper (10), parchment (10), scroll case, scroll case, scroll case, sewing needle, signal whistle, spellbook, torch (4), trail rations (3), waterskin, 3 sp, 5 cp

Secret Box: Plain wooden box, lined with metal.One lid, also lined with metal. Metal mesh covers opening when lid off.
Contains small skeleton of a mouse – animated!

Special Abilities:


Arcane Bond (Dagger) (1/day) (Sp) Use object to cast any spell in your spellbook 1/day. Without it, Concentration required to cast spells (DC20 + spell level).
Hand of the Apprentice (6/day) (Su) Throw the melee weapon you are holding 6/day.
Scholar (Knowledge [Religion], Knowledge [Arcana]) +2 bonus on two Knowledge skills

Appearance:

Personality:

Background:

Looking down at the young scion of Caliphas society, working labouriously at his sums, Simeon couldn’t help but curl his lip in derision, quickly replace by a calm look of attentiveness when the
young man looked up for help. “Carry on, Tophas, remember your lessons.”. Walking away, Simeon gazed out the window at the park-like grounds, his mind looking back…

His father had been a tutor, helping the moronic offspring of the city’s elite make their way through the halls of upper-learning,to take their places within the military or bureaucracy, their
positions and place in society earned not through merit but through birth. Simeon’s father often railed to his son about the inequities of live in Ustalav, himself an educated man, reduced to tutoring
to provide for his family.

Filled with knowledge from his father, Simeon was also filled with tales of the fantasic and supersitious from his Mothers’ mother, as woman from the country , telling the young Simeon tales of
the fey and the Whispering Tyrant and all the strangeness of Ustalav that the city folk try to ignore.

Growing older with a solid grounding in the sciences and the unnatural underbelly of Ustalav, Simeon entered the University of Caliphas, using his father’s connections in the admitting department.
Quickly excelling, Simeon also produced alarm in his professors with his pointed questions, delving into subject they would generally tend to leave un-answered. Except for Professor Lorrimor.

Even with the Professor’s encouragement, the orthodox environment of the University finally spelt an end to Simeon’s career as a lecturer, 6 years of probing and examining the nature of
Ustalav’s relationship with it’s past , present and future; intertwined with the supernatural and unnatural….

A pounding on the door broke Simeon’s reverie. “Continue!” he snapped at he labouring Tophas. Striding to the door, he found a courier, with a message to himself. Snapping the
seal quickly when he saw it was from his friend Petros, Simeon scanned the letter, eyes widening at the secret words of warning. Quickly glancing about, he rushed to a nearby candle and quickly
held the letter to its flame, causing Petro’s real message to emerge. Quickly parsing the message of warning, Simeon’s heart quailed at the urgent request for assistance.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded to himself I will depart tomorrow, but now I must prepare.

Ending the lesson, Simeon hurried to his small flat and made the necessary preparations, then retired for the night to be fresh in the morning for travel. He was awoken early but knocks at his door.
Another message for him….from Petros! No, not Petros, his daugher Kendra. No! Petros Dead? Funeral? It cannot be! In anquish, Simeon slid down the wall,eyes welling with tear for his
friend.

Answers:

How do you know the Professor? I met Petros 10 years ago, I was an undergraduate at the University of Caliphas. He was presenting a lecture on the Comparitive Metaphysical Differences between the Undead of Ustalav and Osirion, fascinating it was.
I asked him a few questions afterward and he was impressed by my acumen. A mentorship of sorts started then, we exchanged many letters and when possible met in person.
How close was your relationship and for how long? Were we friends? I suppose one could say so. Professionally we had great respect for each other, even when I clashed against the orthodoxy, he was a
staunch ally.

Why do you think, he chose to think of you among the many hundreds that he had worked with or had known? I impressed him. Perhaps he saw in me his equal and sought to engage himself with a mind similarly endowed as his own.

Why are you in Ustalav? Born and raised as they say.

Do you live here? I just answered that question. Weren’t you listening?

What are you doing for a living ? Unfortunately, univerisity politics prevent me from my vocation, lecturing the young minds there. Presently, I tutor the idiot sons of the city’s upper crutst.

What drives you? What are your passions and what are your goals? I try to quell my passions, knowledge is unemotional. My primary subject of interest is the age of the Whispering Tyrant. Yes, yes I see you pale at the mention of that creature.
However, he still exists ,confined yes…but one should know thine enemy , and enemy he remains. Many choose to forget he still exists , lurching the wastes of <>. I prefer to arm myself and others with the knowledge needed to combat those
creatures he still influences , and gods forbid himself, should he escape.

What do you fear? What is fear but the minds flailing about in the darkness of ignorance. I try to equip my mind with the surety of knowledge.

What do you hate? Those that would stamp out the pursuit of knowledge, however distateful, merely by the dictated of their stultified social mores. Poppycock!

Do you have any secrets? <looking> Indeed! Look here < opens pack , and brings out small wooden box> Herein, I keep a little reminder of the enemies of life ! Look! Look! < Within the box, lined with metal, barred by a mesh of wire is a skeleton of a mouse.>

What is your appearance and how do project yourself to others? Not prone to frequent washings due to my preoccupation with research , the sallow skin of my face is often graced by a few locks of limp greasy hair. My doublet is often stained,both with ink and food.
I’ve had to clean up somewhat for my present occupation, but often appear rumpled and disheveled. My manner is univerally condescending to those I consider beneath my intellect, often resorting to sarcasm when something obvious is stated. Often I can
be seen muttering to myself

Finally come up with 2-3 personality quirks
1. While personal hygiene not particularly important, writing implements kept immaculate
2. Very unconfortable around women, especially black haired beauties ( some youthful crush ended badly.)
3. When presented with interesting ruin, artifact etc often enters almost trance-like state, listing off observation in a sing-song

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