Mika, level 1
Human, Wizard
Build: War Wizard
Arcane Implement Mastery: Wand of Accuracy

Str 10, Con 11, Dex 14, Int 20, Wis 10, Cha 8.

Str 10, Con 11, Dex 14, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 8.

AC: 17 Fort: 11 Reflex: 16 Will: 13
HP: 21 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 5

Nature +5, Arcana +12, Dungeoneering +5, Insight +5, History +10

Acrobatics +2, Bluff -1, Diplomacy -1, Endurance, Heal, Intimidate -1, Perception, Religion +5, Stealth +2, Streetwise -1, Thievery +2, Athletics

Wizard: Ritual Caster
Human: Armor Proficiency (Leather)
Level 1: Improved Initiative

Wizard at-will 1: Magic Missile
Wizard at-will 1: Scorching Burst
Human: Ray of Frost
Wizard encounter 1: Burning Hands
Wizard daily 1: Acid Arrow
Wizard daily 1 Spellbook: Sleep

Spellbook, Leather Armor, Dagger, Implement, Wand, Adventurer’s Kit
Make Whole, Comprehend Language, Silence


I was raised in a small village to the east. There was not much special about it, except one tree that stood in the center of the town – the century tree. It stands bare for one hundred years and then blooms for a year before becoming green for a hundred years. I was born in the year of its bloom. It was said that anyone born in the year of its bloom would have a place in bringing light where there was darkness and life where there was death. I was born not only in the year of its bloom but on the day of the first flower- an even greater sign. My parents, believing there were great things ahead for me, promised that I could begin training in magic when I was old enough, at the age of thirteen. However, no one there believes the signs anymore, for the green years of the tree are supposed to be years of great peace and prosperity, but on the year of my thirteenth birthday, the village was raided…

There were many survivors, including me and my parents, however, most of the village was destroyed. I still desired to begin my training, however, my parents said that kind of nonsense could no longer be afforded, everyone was needed to help rebuild. I did as I was told, but two years later, as things were looking up, I asked again. I was immediately shot down and told to get my mind off of such nonsense about signs, such training would be worthless. Determined anyway, I set out on my own, working where I could and seeking training. I was often laughed at and belittled for my determination by the patrons at many of the inns where I worked, but I was never discouraged.

As I was recently forced to admit by that horrid magical portal, many of the first spells I learned were aimed at enhancing my physique. Yes, it was silly of me, but I figured that if I was going to be badass female wizard, I should also be hott. I stopped this foolishness after the following incident: I was traveling down the King’s Road one day when my party was attacked by goblins. We feared that we were all doomed until a white wizard suddenly appeared and quickly made an end to them. He then turned and sternly looked directly at me. I knew in that moment that if I had been spending my time as I should, I would have been able to defend my party myself. I turned away with a sense of shame. Later I determined that I should go talk to this wizard and seek training from him, but he was nowhere to be found. No one seemed to remember when he had left or where he had gone. Since then, I have spent every spare moment of my time researching and learning all that I can to increase my powers. As soon as I was strong enough, I began to take jobs as an adventurer. One day I will return to my village as a great wizard and prove what I am worth.


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