Harann Pfaphnyrennish, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This malnourished woman is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. She has done her best to style her brass crest to look like a famous performer. Her red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.
History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the west. She found a children's book about a Dragonborn Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. She now owns her own business.
Motivation: To reunite with her old friends.
Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Posh accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 5 (-3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 7 |
Possessions: 240 gp.
Pelt Of Storm, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scythe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He keeps his red fur in a pixie cut. He has green eyes.
Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark
Flaws: Emotional, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 10)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 77 (10d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d6+2, Ranged +5 / 3d6+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 6 | 4 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 2 |
Possessions: 200 pp.
Ombul Underbough, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a red deerstalker hat and red clothes. He carries with him a set of nunchakus, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.
History: The child of a Gardener, who enjoyed hunting, Ombul was taken on many hunting expeditions. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of giants
Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Boston accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 11 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 19 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 120 gp.
Creega Snape, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She has dyed her greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. Her violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. 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, Creega is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.
History: A child with a great deal of writing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.
Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for her
Ideals: Justice, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Knight
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Half-Orc, Lawful Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 41 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Druidic
Attacks Melee +7 / 2d8+4, Ranged +3 / 2d8+0, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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