Bramm of the Iridescent Tusk — The Alchemical Epicurean

Ability Scores

STR

16

+3

DEX

12

+1

CON

16

+3

INT

14

+2

WIS

14

+2

CHA

10

+0

Combat

Armor Class: 15; Natural Armor
Hit Points: 67; Hit Dice: 7d10
Initiative: +1
Speed: 30 ft.
Proficiency: +3
Passive Perception: 15

Attacks

Unarmed Strike (Trunk/Tusk)+61d6 + 3 bludgeoning/piercing

Heavy Crossbow+41d10 + 1 piercing

Personality

Bramm speaks in a soft, rumbling baritone that vibrates in his chest. He often pauses mid-sentence to deeply inhale the air around his companions, complimenting them on the 'bouquet' of their emotional state or recent spellcasting. He handles delicate glassware with his trunk with more precision than most surgeons have in their hands.

Ideal

Sensory Expansion. The world is a banquet of experiences, and magic is the rarest spice of all.

Bond

My master alembic, 'Gwendolyn,' which survived the explosion that changed my life. Without it, my art is incomplete.

Flaw

I am often so distracted by a fascinating new scent—even a dangerous one—that I forget the immediate peril I am in.

Backstory

Bramm was once the most celebrated nose in the metropolis of Oakhaven, a master perfumer who could distill the scent of a first kiss or the crisp air of a mountain dawn into a crystal vial. His life was one of quiet luxury until the night of the 'Star-Shatter Accident.' Attempting to stabilize a volatile extract of abyssal ichor with a rare Moon-Scented Orchid, his laboratory erupted in a cloud of iridescent vapor. Bramm didn't die; instead, his lungs and sinuses were permanently rewoven by the magical backlash. When he awoke, the world was no longer just shapes and colors—it was a kaleidoscope of scents that shouldn't exist. He could smell the ozone-sharp tang of an impending lightning bolt and the sugary rot of necromancy.

Driven by a newfound, insatiable sensory hunger, Bramm sought out the Order of the Mutant. He didn't join for their martial prowess or their grim reputation; he joined for their recipes. To Bramm, hemocraft is not a burden but the ultimate culinary frontier. He treats his mutagenic brews like fine vintages, meticulously aging them in charred oak barrels. He wanders the world now, trunk waving lazily in the air, seeking the rarest magical fragrances to add to his collection, often finding beauty in the most 'toxic' of places. He is a gargantuan figure of surprising grace, always happy to share a sniff of a rare tincture with a curious traveler.

Abilities & Actions

Olfactory Weave-Sense

Bramm is constantly under the effects of Detect Magic, but it is scent-based rather than visual. He can smell the school of magic associated with an object or creature within 30 feet. Additionally, he has advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on smell.

Mutagenic Connoisseur (3/Short Rest)

As a bonus action, Bramm consumes one of his custom mutagens. He can choose one of the following effects: Aether (Fly speed 20ft for 1 minute), Celerity (Dexterity score increases by 3), or Reconstruction (Regenerates 5 HP at the start of each turn for 1 minute). Each mutagen causes his eyes to weep black bile, though he remains perfectly cheerful.

Rite of the Iridescent Tusk

As a bonus action, Bramm imbues his tusks or a weapon with the Rite of the Dawn. His tusks glow with shifting, oily colors. For the next minute, his attacks deal an extra 1d6 radiant damage. While this is active, he smells faintly of jasmine and ozone.

Loxodon Serenity

Bramm has advantage on saving throws against being charmed or frightened, a byproduct of his calm, epicurean outlook on even the most terrifying mutations.

DM Notes

Bramm should be played as the most relaxed person in the room, regardless of how many tentacles or extra eyes he's sprouted. Sample dialogue: 'Oh, do stand still, little one. The way your fire spell lingers on the air... it’s like burnt cinnamon and... is that a hint of regret? Simply exquisite.' He often uses his trunk to offer people small samples of non-toxic (usually) perfumes. If a fight breaks out, he sighs, drinks a glowing vial, and fights with the disappointed air of a man whose dinner was interrupted.