Osco Nimblefingers, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He likes to wear red tank tops with brown pants. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.
History: Osco was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warrior, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warrior in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mason hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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's looking for his big break; and he wants to meet his childhood hero
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 6)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 52 (6d10)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Gnoll, Elven, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d6+0, Ranged +3 / 2d6+0, Grapple +0
Possessions: 500 gp. Smoky quartz (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (90 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Bilbron Ironhide, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His golden hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He receives visions of the future at random moments
History: The child of a Courier, who enjoyed hunting, Bilbron was taken on many hunting expeditions. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Bilbron 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 Bilbron. He bought a spear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to reunite with his old friends
Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, Chaotic Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 28 (4d12)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Gnome, Elven, Halfling
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d10-1, Ranged +3 / 1d10+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Flask Buttons, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His lavender fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Flask's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: To be a Masseuse again; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes
Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 31 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Aquan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 400 sp.
Ulfgar Durthane, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. His auburn hair is lengthy. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: Ulfgar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 north. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ulfgar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to find somewhere to settle down
Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 13 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Draconic, Giant, Aquan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 5000 cp. Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).
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