Riardon Amastacia, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'9" and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Marshal. He has worked as a Marshal like his father before him.
Motivation: He is greedy; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal
Voice: High pitched and raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 sp. Silver ewer (10 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Joan Hornsby, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. She is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, green shirt, and white tie, marred by beers. She has red hair. Her eyes are amber and she is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Fortune-teller profession.
History: Gifted from a young age, Joan studied abroad. When Joan reached her early adolescence her Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is her passion
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Military. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 6 (-2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 110 gp.
Dagnal Foamtankard, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She keeps her blonde hair in a flapper bob. Her brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: She is fixated on the number 2. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dagnal grew up listening to her mother's many stories. Dagnal 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 spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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6 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Ignan
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Silvo Thistletop, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.
History: He was born in a small forest village. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: He has a crush on the local Crown-heir.
Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Barber
Voice: Cold and demanding tone
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 10 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +4
Possessions: 240 gp.
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