Roge Strongbones, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He wears his white hair down. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Roge took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, Chaotic Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 17 (5d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Halfling, Druidic, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d4+0, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 100 pp.
Beatrice Watson, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants. Her golden hair is cut short. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: Born in the south to a Sculptor, Beatrice learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. She worked as a nervous Sculptor and found it very stressful. She has been helping groups of widows and orphans who have fled abusive spouses or lost their families to brigands.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother; and to reunite with her absent mother
Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
Dreali Zheng, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He has a large violet mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are hazel and catlike.
Personality: He is mildly Half-Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.
History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Dreali 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 Dreali. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.
Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Stutters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 44 (6d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d6+1, Ranged +3 / 2d6+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 400 gp. Rich purple corundum (600 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Citrine (80 gp).
Fax Pfaphnyrennish, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears black trousers with white and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His copper crest is heavily combed to the left. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.
Personality: Fax hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Performer profession.
History: Fax 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. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and an old rival family wants him found
Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Painter
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Chaotic Good (CR 9)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 72 (9d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Giant, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d4+1, Ranged +2 / 3d4-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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