Thradal Foamtankard, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a grey collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Spice Merchant work with an outfit from a few towns over. Spice Merchant work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.
Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to be a server again
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family, Religious, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'4") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 800 sp. Golden pearl (110 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Diesa Torevir, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She has no hair. Her eyes are amber and catlike.
Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Diesa will drive conversation. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.
History: She got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.
Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Extrovert, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'10") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 10 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 5 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 2 |
Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Banded mail.
Puyet Benson, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears bulky black painted plate armor. Her silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered
History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Puyet abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.
Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark
Ideals: Pacifist, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Half-Orc, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 100 sp.
Gargax Jharthraxyn, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His copper crest is unkempt and raggedy. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.
History: Gargax was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and nothing but the best is good enough for him
Ideals: Persistence, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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