Pelaios Weary, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He has a missing left leg. He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His silver hair is long and unkept. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.
History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Through the years after Pelaios was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Pelaios's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Animal Trainer
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 20 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Infernal, Ignan
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +3
Possessions: 90 gp.
Dreali Amakiir, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He wears his black hair down. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.
History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Dreali took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Dreali was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.
Motivation: He is content; and a deep hatred of dire rats
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Spits and sputters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Half-Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 16 (6d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Aquan, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d6+0, Ranged +4 / 2d6+1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 900 gp.
Odorr Richie, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.
History: Odorr 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Soapmaker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and his religion dominates his actions
Flaws: Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Orc, Chaotic Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 13 (5d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +6 / 2d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 30000 cp.
Vonana Dankil, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This western woman is abnormally tall. She wears skinny pants and wears a grey and white robe with the hood down. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She has dyed her greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. She has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.
Personality: Vonana is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She feeds upon the attention of others.
History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.
Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and money/treasure
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Bellfounder
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 16 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Druidic, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 sp. White pearl (140 gp). Peridot (30 gp).
Brakka Prescott, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is a physically imposing light-skinned woman. She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her hair is chestnut and curly. Her blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with dancing. She constantly tries to fill her life with dancing. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Brakka was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.
Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things.
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 7)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 21 (7d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Orc, Halfling
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d8+3, Ranged +2 / 2d8-1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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