Rinn Fasharash, Female Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her greataxe with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She has red hair. Her violet eyes peer out from beneath her Stetson blue hat.
Personality: Rinn is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.
History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Rinn was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Sellsword responsibilities is difficult; and she's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Job. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (1d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 3 (-4) | 16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee -2 / 1d4-4, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 6000 cp. Citrine (30 gp).
Meena Munggen, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender woman usually wears her tan robe and has her falchion always slung over her shoulder. She wears her white hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her eyes are gray.
Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.
History: She was born at the edge of vast plains. Meena was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Meena decided she wanted neither the life of her father nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.
Motivation: She has a crush on the local Marshal; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact
Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Gnome, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 13 (1d12)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Orc, Auran
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
Possessions: 1 Darkwood Buckler.
Mella Liadon, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: An older woman who is wearing a long, violet, dusty cloak, she is not a threatening figure. She has slicked back silver hair. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.
History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Her first spouse was a Adventurer, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She has since lost track of the people in her past.
Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and wants her loneliness to end
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 10 (1d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Aquan, Auran
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple -1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (140 gp).
Gale Peak, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Crown-heir. His lavender fur is knotted and matted. His green eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.
History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. After coming to the age of reason, Gale took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Solid gold idol (200 gp).
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