Simon Harper, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is cut short. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.
History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 18th 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 leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.
Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Infernal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
Possessions: 130 gp.
Frouse Shadowcloak, Male Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a blue shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and white pants, marred by sweets. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has gray eyes.
Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Gnomes.
History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Frouse took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.
Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 11 (1d10)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Gnome, Terran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Solomon Atterton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, white shirt, and tan tie. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.
History: Solomon was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He bought a rapier and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Dyer
Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Human, Neutral Evil (CR 11)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 83 (11d12)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 5 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 3d8-2, Ranged +4 / 3d8+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 280 pp. Iolite (50 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Soveliss Kemmerer, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A moderately attractive man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Soveliss enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.
History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Soveliss was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.
Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and he wants revenge against dire rats
Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Elf, True Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 25 (4d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Orc
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d10-2, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Tarhun Delmirev, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears dull green sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shield, just in case. His crest is cut close to his head. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tarhun is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: He comes from a rich southern family. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Courier and was forced into it by his family; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Courier
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Chaotic Good (CR 10)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 62 (10d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d6+0, Ranged +5 / 3d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 3 |
Possessions: 120 pp. Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Blue sapphire (1400 gp). Blue star sapphire (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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