Smoking Grass, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This woman sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. She keeps her long gray fur kept up in a rat tail. Her blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: Smoking hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her music career. She uses divination through singing.
History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. 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: To reunite with her old friends; and she desires power and/or immortality
Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 300 sp. Pink pearl (130 gp).
Roger Huxley, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man stands a little under 6'4" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has wavy auburn hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.
History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. At some point he was captured by drow and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Roger was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the drow.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
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 | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 sp.
Adrie Meliamne, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears a blue armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down. Her hair is long and silver with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small blue clips. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Adrie is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.
History: Gifted from a young age, Adrie studied abroad. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.
Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to end her boredom
Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Occupation: Sailor
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 11 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 350 gp.
Ekk Garfield, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is lean but muscular and likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.
Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.
History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Armorer arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. She tends to her Armorer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and balancing her hectic life and new armorer responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 17 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 90 pp.
Efferil Sylvaranth, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This late middle aged man wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around his shoes and is in decent physical shape. His hair is black and curly. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.
History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Efferil liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.
Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day
Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Nature, Family. Occupation: Carpenter
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 11 (1d12)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 60 gp.
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