Rosamund Tiltathana, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She usually wears her violet robe and has her club always slung over her shoulder. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. She has done her best to style her silver hair to look like a famous performer. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.
History: She comes from a rich western family. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.
Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Interpreter responsibilities is difficult; and she's looking for her big break
Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Interpreter
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 9000 cp.
Mreksh Daardendrian, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He is physically well-built. His rusty crest is thinning but still full. He has a dull look in his red eyes.
Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Mreksh will drive conversation. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.
History: The child of a Servant, who enjoyed hunting, Mreksh was taken on many hunting expeditions. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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 used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has decided he is irredeemable
Ideals: Extrovert, Justice, Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Gardener
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (1d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 6 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +4
Possessions: 600 sp.
Thradal Aranore, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he tends to wear a large grey jacket. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.
Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.
History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Thradal alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He now owns his own business.
Motivation: To end his boredom; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Switch between two voices
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Auran, Aquan, Elven
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).
Two Llamas Of Spirit, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears dull pastel sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed mace, just in case. She carries with her a set of maces, each one with a amber on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her orange fur is knotted and matted. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. The war was a terrible time for her, and Two Llamas does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Two Llamas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 8)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 42 (8d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d10+0, Ranged +6 / 2d10+3, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 140 pp.
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