Sumnes Withrethin, Female Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. Her chestnut hair is lengthy. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: She is happy with her job as a Apothecary. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She has all her life been fascinated with painting.
History: Sumnes was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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 Apothecary. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Assassin. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.
Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and balancing her hectic life and new apothecary responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Has a crush, In love. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Strong lisp
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Naeris Caerdonel, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is in excellent shape and wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are brown.
Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: He was born in a small plains village. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 14 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 40 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp).
Eiravel Andreantti, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available he will default to his hand crossbow. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Butcher profession.
History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Eiravel 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 Half-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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is unsatisfied with his job
Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Tailor
Voice: Low and grunting
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Half-Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 16 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven, Orc
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 | 4 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 2800 sp. 1 Small steel mirror.
Harvest In the Morning, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears tattered old clothes. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length yellow fur. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady hazel eyes.
Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Through the years after Harvest was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Harvest's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs
Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Priest
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 11 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Aquan, Orc, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Antrara Daardendrian, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a crossbow on her belt. Her scarlet crest is matted, messy, and big. She wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. As she has aged she has sought to do reparations for her actions as a youth. She is also making sure that her compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Antrara grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Antrara. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help; and she seems to be bored by most things
Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Loud with bravado
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnome, Halfling
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 sp. Tourmaline (110 gp). 2 Antitoxin.
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