Sasja Blumenbach (5e Creature)

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Medium humanoid (Dhampir)[[Category:Dhampir Tag]], lawful neutral

Armor Class 10 (Natural)
Hit Points 7 (1d6)
Speed 30

13 (+1) 10 (+0) 13 (+1) 15 (+2) 14 (+2) 10 (+0)

Saving Throws Wisdom, Intelligence
Skills Arcana, History
Senses passive Perception X
Languages — Common, Infernal


Action Name. Melee Weapon Attack: +X to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: X (1dX + X) damtype damage. Bludgeoning. Quarterstaff attack: 1d6


The can take 3 legendary actions, choosing from the options below. Only one legendary action option can be used at a time and only at the end of another creature's turn. The regains spent legendary actions at the start of its turn.

I was found abandoned as a newborn outside of a midwife’s hut, my small body seeming like a stillborn’s, but still with a faintly beating heart. I never was fully accepted into the primarily human village there, but acted as a bit of a vagrant child, begging from whoever had extra bread or a bed. I was never hated, but never trusted. I appeared mostly as a strange, almost too beautiful human. When I was 5, my village was ravaged by war, everything destroyed, most killed. I fled into the forest as far as my small legs could carry me. When I felt too tired to carry on, I saw lights in the distance. I pushed myself to run there, and found a small cabin with lit windows. I snuck inside a cracked window, into a warm, inviting, and stuffed-with-books home that appeared empty. I was scared that someone would come home and push me out, as had happened before in my village, but my exhaustion and fear of the war drove me to stay there. I picked up a book and read as much as I could, as I had received a basic education from whoever would sit with me. 

The next morning, I awoke to a hand pushing me awake and a gentle voice. It belonged to a colossal tiefling. I immediately screamed and tried to run away, but he convinced me I would be safe there. He, too, had been pushed away from society, but knew that silence and repose found in the forest would make it possible for him to learn. As we spoke, he noticed that I had begun reading one of the books in his home. He questioned me about it, and I began to ask him many questions. Too many questions, it seemed. No child he had ever met had understood the words, albeit common, in this book, nor been able to comprehend them fully enough to question them. The tiefling, who I from then on considered a father, spent the next 13 years teaching me everything he knew about spell casting and magic. He could not teach me enough though, as he was a sorcerer and his knowledge and power came from inside, unlike mine which was acquired. When I was 18, he knew I was ready to leave him and pursue more education. By this point, I still considered myself human. I was uncommonly beautiful, but also strange, and oddly charismatic for a person who only experienced affections in small doses until they were 5 years old. He felt confident that I would succeed, though, that my talent and aptitude for magic would allow me to succeed more than remaining in the forest with him would. Upon my arrival at university, I met Maximus, a handsome and equally intelligent human paladin. We fell in love quickly. We loved learning and spent every hour together. This was the first time in my life I felt truly equipped to pursue my goals and understand every part of magic that I could. I was happy. However, I had some adversaries. There were several jealous of my good fortune and ability to succeed in my studies, and they tried time and time again to make me look bad. I could deal with this though. I kept my head down and worked even harder. I finished with honors and was granted a position in teaching. The first day of school, Maximus disappeared without a trace. Inside of his small apartment, there was blood on the floor and scratched on the walls in fresh blood, the words “remember where I came from” were seen. All of a sudden, strange rumors circulated about our relationship. Fingers were pointed, whispers uttered, pointing out my pale skin, slightly-pointed teeth, and preference for the indoors. I decided the only way to clear my name was to search for him. I went into the darkest crevices of the lands to look for vampires. I’d always been fascinated by them, maybe to the point of obsession, but I was a scientist and a wizard. This is what one does to pursue a craft. Finally, I found the coven. Maximus was nowhere to be found, but I did see something more interesting… they looked like me, acted like me, and sounded like me. I was paralyzed in fear and realization. Is this why my infant form was said to be like that of a dead body’s? Is this why I never was loved before my adoptive father? Is this why I had the predispositions that I did? Was my love killed by those who are the most close to me? I finally knew that I was neither fully human or vampire, I was Dhampir. I returned to the university, heartbroken, without any useful information about him. My office was cleared out, my belongings thrown into the street. I was completely discredited. Apparently, someone had tailed me to the coven and spread the word that the new precocious professor was a vampire and had killed the love of her life. I had nothing left. Since then, I have been traversing as far as I could. I do not know what to do next, I dare not return to the forest to disappoint my father. I even stole a plague doctor hat in order to conceal my identity. Maybe this next town will know something of Maximus’ disappearance. I would do anything to find him and to return myself to academic respect.

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