Grai Conway, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a white collared shirt and tan skirt. She accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has a dull look in her blue eyes.
Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She feeds upon the attention of others.
History: Grai lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Glassblower work with an outfit from a few towns over. Glassblower work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has worked as a Glassblower like her mother before her.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother; and wants to open a new tavern
Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Glassblower
Voice: Posh accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc, Sylvan, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Banded mail.
Cloak In Woods, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He keeps his cinnamon fur in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.
History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.
Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Occupation: Shepherd
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 9 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 10 pp.
Delre Torunn, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and grey, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. She has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. She wears a colorful flower in her silver hair. She has a dull look in her blue eyes.
Personality: She hates Dwarves with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. The war was a terrible time for her, and Delre does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Delre took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor she uses now. She bought a crossbow and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle.
Flaws: Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Healer
Voice: High pitched and raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d6-2, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple -1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 4 | 2 |
Possessions: 390 gp. 1 Half-Plate.
Dara Ariessus, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She wears a colorful flower in her chestnut hair. Her eyes are blue and catlike.
Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.
History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the west; and to unite with her brother
Ideals: Entrepeneur, Opinionated, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 8 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +0 / 1d6-2, Grapple +0
Possessions: 70 pp.
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