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Daskalos, battlemage. Stat distribution: 10:15:25:10; 10:10:10:5
Skills:
1) Battle Magic 1: all effects from spells, except for damage dealing, are increased by 50%
2) Journey to Another Universe (item-bound): in relation to the native universe of all Nerian humanoids, there exists another, nested one. Ptolemy learned this through experience, finding matter from the nested universe that somehow ended up on Neria. He is able to travel, crossing the boundary between these two worlds. He calls this universe "another place."
Actions:
1)Staff of Alien Matter
Initiative: 4, range 2 (cannot be changed). Damage: 20-30 (physical) + 5-10 (water); crit 35 (physical) + 15 (water)
2)Obsidian Dagger
Initiative: 3, range 1 (cannot be changed). Damage: 25-40 (physical); crit 46 (physical)
Inventory:
1)Staff of Alien Matter (two-handed)
Who would have thought that the remarkable material used for this staff was found in an ordinary swamp?
Concentration +20
Intelligence +10
Dodge chance: -15
Initiative: -20
2)Obsidian Dagger (one-handed)
This dagger made from a special stone is sharp enough to cut out malicious tongues.
Dodge chance: -2
Initiative: +10
3) Coins: 4 gold, 8 silver, 50 copper
4)Cloak with Mask
Only you know why this cloak has a mask. Maybe you owe someone money? Or are you being pursued by a witch you dishonored? But most likely it's just needed in case of an unplanned masquerade ball.
Air resistance +5%
Max wear: 150
5)Amulet with Amethyst
Another pretty little stone that you wear around your neck, like a girl.
Charm +10
Max wear: 55

Current stats:
Health 200
Damage bonus: none
Critical hit chance: 8%, critical hit damage bonus +3%
Experience bonus: +10%
Damage resistance: 5% air
Dodge: none
Initiative: 20
Mana: 20
Initiative: 100 without weapon, 80 with staff, 110 with dagger.
Experience: 0 (level 1)

Primary
might	accuracy	intelligence	vitality	willpower	speed	strength	concentration
0	0	10	0	0	0	0	20

Similar situation, add some details to the biography so there is something to build on.

Biography updated.

Wow, dwarves, you've chosen a great spot.
A small mountain town called "Temporarily Peaceful" greeted Ptolemy (there was a typo) with another sunrise. Well, it was a bit noisy, and the air wasn't perfectly clean, but the towering snow-capped mountains (despite it being summer and the warm climate), the sea, and the architecture, which combined a love for underground structures and the practicality of buildings, could give any tourist destination a run for its money. Bartimeus was, in a way, lucky to be here, but he couldn't stay too long: it was time to tell the other scholars about his discovery. However, he still had some time, as the next ship to Salinkari doesn't leave until the day after tomorrow.

Barthimeus went to the library to search for information about the Otherworld in ancient books.

The local library didn't have any ancient books, or at least that's what the dwarf librarian convinced Ptolemy of. However, as he explained, the selection of various foreign authors, as well as local fables, epics, and poems, was very diverse. There were even encyclopedias, including a guidebook titled "Traveling Through Nero," of course.

Ptolemy wasn't interested in those books, so he went to a pub whose name Ptolemy can't even pronounce.

Yes, the names of the dwarves are difficult for the ears of the "dascalos" (tavern-goers), and the pub was called "The Galloping Deer." There was a whole crowd of dwarves there, all of them drinking alcoholic beverages, some beer, some vodka, and singing songs. And in general, they even had a bard.

Ptolemy ordered some wine and, glancing over his shoulder, saw several suspicious dwarves watching him.

To be precise, there were two of them. One was shorter, which was compensated by a long, brown beard, where gray hairs were already starting to appear. The other was taller and stronger, and also younger: at least he still shaved his chin. They stood up and clearly wanted to approach Ptolemy.

Ptolemy didn't turn around and, in one gulp, finished the wine in his glass and immediately ordered another round. He wanted to get drunk and forget everything.

Some dwarves joined him.
--Why are you drinking alone? -- said the young one.

No, there's no one here. I came here alone, and I'll leave alone.

– Well, let’s do it together; we’re also short one drinking buddy. What’s your name? – asked the beardless man.

Ptolemy grumbled. “Alright,” he said, and ordered a vodka on the rocks. After that, everything was a blur, and Ptolemy woke up only at noon the next day.

At lunchtime, the first thing he saw were the flushed faces of his drinking companions. "Wow, you're quite the drinker, I didn't expect that!" said the beardless man. "Yeah, after the second shot, I just... Anyway, we had to drink together. It's obvious that you're not from around here," he concluded, as if a "dascalos" could ever be a local.