Trynnicus Nemmonis, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sai with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His bronze crest is knotted and matted. His gold eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Trynnicus is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He bought a sai and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: Revenge; and many gnolls want him driven away
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Whispers
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 11 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 2 | 1 |
Possessions: Obsidian (10 gp). 1 Banded mail.
Helja Torevir, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: She is a pot bellied southern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her white hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her green eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is a great chef.
History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.
Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Server
Voice: Hissing voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 20 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp.
Rolen Conway, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.
History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: Expand his business; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion
Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, In love, Family. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 14 (3d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Terran, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 2300 sp. Pink pearl (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp).
Emeny Emsworth, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: She sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'9" when asserting herself. Her auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.
History: Born to a Priest, her father struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Priest. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.
Motivation: She would like to get married and retire; and she's in love
Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Dilettante
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Banded mail.
Darrak Durthane, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. 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 considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. To his fellows he 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: Born in the north to a Banker, Darrak learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, dire rats burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying north to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Darrak was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.
Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Banker
Voice: Switch between two voices
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 12 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Draconic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
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