<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/bd/7306997119778851d57826f3411113a1.jpg/494px-7306997119778851d57826f3411113a1.jpg)</div><strong>Cosima (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1050635)</strong><br/><em>Android Cleric 1  LN</em><br/><strong>HP</strong>13 / 13<strong>Speed</strong>ft<strong>Init</strong>2<br/><strong>AC</strong>17<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>2<strong>Will</strong>4<br/><strong>CMB</strong>+2<strong>BAB</strong>0<br/><strong>Trident</strong>+2 (1d8+2, x2)<br/><strong>Light Crossbow</strong>+2 (1d8, 19-20x2)<br/><strong>Str</strong>15 (2)<strong>Dex</strong>14 (2)<strong>Con</strong>14 (2)<strong>Wis</strong>15 (2)<strong>Int</strong>14 (2)<strong>Cha</strong>10 (0)<br/><br/><strong>Description</strong>: Cosima looks like a normal girl from a distance, but things change slightly once one gets a closer look.  Faint blue-green circuitry shows through the pale, freckled skin that covers bone structure a bit too precise and mathematically perfect to be natural.  Her thick, black hair frames a face built upon the precepts of the golden ratio to an uncanny degree, falling plumb-straight to just beneath her shoulder-blades.  Her slender form is dressed in a pristine white coat-dress that covers her from just beneath her chin to her knees.  She wears the heavy coat over black leather boots that cover her legs to mid-thigh, and match the wide belt holding her coat closed around her waist.  An iron symbol of Gozreh hangs around her neck, shining dully like the odd metallic sheen in her aqua eyes.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Cosima can't be said to have much in the way of relateable personality traits.  Her emotions, when they are expressed, tend to be far beyond what is called for or appropriate, or the emotions she expresses do not suit the situation in which she expresses them.  She has no memory of her past, and is naive and ignorant of much of the world, given the short time she has spent on it.  Her free time is spent in silent reflection or furious study, as if she alternates between confusion about life and her place in it, and the feverish need to understand and know everything that eludes her.  She approaches her faith with an immaturity, and yet in that immaturity is a deep need to connect with her deity and all Gozreh represents, which gives her a bright, endearing religious fervor that few priests can even match.  She finds non-androids fascinating in all their complexities and flaws, and secretly envies the messiness of their simple lives.<br/>