Baern Torevir, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
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 loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.
Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac
Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Rich. Occupation: Barber
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 16 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 6 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 3 |
Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Everburning torch.
Harvest Shoe, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has dyed her greying cinnamon fur a little too much giving a sharp cinnamon color. Her amber eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: She hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.
History: Her divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Harvest fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often.
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 10)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 52 (10d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 3d6-1, Ranged +6 / 3d6+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1300 gp.
Dreali Aloro, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He stands about 5'3" and wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is obsessed with his god.
History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Dreali was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 has worked as a Stylist like his father before him.
Motivation: To be a Soapmaker again; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 11 (4d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Terran, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.
Sannl Bofdann, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This woman dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her black hair, when down, is lengthy. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.
Personality: She is a woman who does what she needs to. She will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.
History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Half-Elven companion (her 'brother'). Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Farmer accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Druidic, Gnoll, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 110 gp.
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