Serpent Mist, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her white fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: She hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Her parents were killed by giants in a raid when she was still a young child. The giants captured her, and made her a slave and general play-thing. She was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to her deformed appearance. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Serpent was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the giants.
Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people.
Flaws: Racist, Ugly. Bonds: Rich, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 11 (1d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Auran, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (30 gp).
Oloric Trollbleeder, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is long and unkept. His eyes are amber and catlike.
Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.
Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to end his boredom
Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Server
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 15 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnome, Terran, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 3 |
Possessions: 150 gp. Red garnet (160 gp).
Nalral Rumnaheim, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is lean but muscular and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.
Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.
History: Nalral was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He tends to his Bricklayer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.
Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and expand his business
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Job, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 11 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Efferil Selevarun, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Efferil's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.
History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Efferil was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally
Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Radomir Wildcloak, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a red coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head, marred by beers. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise green.
Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.
History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Hunter
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 7 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Draconic
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 1000 cp.
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