Myathethil Amastacia, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This late middle aged woman wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination and is in decent physical shape. Her long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her eyes are blue.
Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: Born in the west to a Body Guard, Myathethil learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Body Guard.
Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Body Guard responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern
Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Giant, Aquan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 3 | 1 |
Possessions: 20 gp.
Ekk Hornsby, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She wears just a black suit, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'8" when asserting herself. Her black hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady blue eyes.
Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.
History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ekk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military, Nature. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Jittery and nervous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp.
Cloak Of Wine, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. She has moderate length white fur. Her fierce copper eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.
History: Cloak was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. In her 12th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she feels threatened by others
Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Tabaxi, Lawful Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 18 (4d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Draconic
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +6 / 1d10+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 gp. Iolite (20 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.
Rivaan Bhenkumbyrznaax, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He keeps his red crest in a flapper bob. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He is happy with his job as a Stylist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He invites people to come help in his community garden.
History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 3 | 1 |
Possessions: 40 pp.
Aerdeth Goltorah, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is very fat, and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length black hair. His eyes are blue and catlike.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.
History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day
Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 180 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.
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