Koeth Rothenel, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He carries a battered falchion and tarnished longsword as well. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
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 claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Koeth took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He bought a longsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Gardener
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 8)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 12 (8d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 19 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +7 / 2d10+4, Ranged +2 / 2d10-1, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 1200 gp.
Barakas Rapture, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is a mite stocky and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His hair is blue and curly. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.
Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.
History: Barakas lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.
Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and wants to raise his children well
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Family. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Cold and demanding tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 22 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Druidic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 300 gp. Silver pearl (60 gp). 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.
Peren Yaeldrin, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is wearing a long, yellow cloak. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.
Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.
History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. Peren abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.
Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Immigrant, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Cook
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 17 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 4 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 90 pp.
Conrad Barton, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a brown shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has shaved his head bald. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.
History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is greedy
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: Hissing voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Human, Lawful Good (CR 10)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 34 (10d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 16
Languages Common, Giant, Ignan
Attacks Melee +3 / 3d6-1, Ranged +6 / 3d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 16 | 6 | 4 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1500 gp.
Urshar Torunn, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She carries with her a set of crossbows, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She sports golden long hair. Her brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.
History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Urshar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor she uses now. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.
Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.
Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Barber
Voice: High pitched, excited
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'9") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 13 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Auran, Goblin
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple -1
Possessions: 210 gp.
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