Brakka Tenley, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 6'0", this woman wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. Her tied-back hair is red. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.
Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She has all her life been fascinated with poetry.
History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the east. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She has recently attracted an admirer that believes she's playing hard to get.
Motivation: To end her boredom; and she would like to get married and retire
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc, Gnome, Terran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 200 sp.
Vlorn Underbough, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.
History: Vlorn 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 Miner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Spits words with contempt
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'11") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 19 (3d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Terran, Sylvan, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +6 / 1d8+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 4 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 20000 cp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (80 gp).
Tharivol Harper, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has a very tight haircut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.
History: Born in the north to a Soapmaker, Tharivol learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He tends to his Soapmaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.
Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and further expansion of business
Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Gnoll, Ignan, Celestial, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1400 sp. 1 Hourglass.
Rimmon Shame, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tattered old clothes. His hair is short and red. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.
Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He works hard and plays hard.
History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Rimmon alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.
Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and he wants revenge against drow
Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tiefling, Neutral Evil (CR 8)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 46 (8d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Aquan, Terran
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d10+0, Ranged +4 / 2d10+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 130 pp. Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). Moss agate (15 gp).
Arha Sheldon, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears baggy white pantaloons and a black scarf. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length white hair. Her eyes are a pleasant green.
Personality: She is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.
History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. In her 10th year, her parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Arha alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.
Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and half-elven compassion
Flaws: Racist, Secretive, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Slow speaker
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 11)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 41 (11d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d8+0, Ranged +7 / 3d8+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 4 |
Possessions: 200 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Flask Of Snakes, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His red fur, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bowyer born in the past three hundred years. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.
History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new bowyer responsibilities is difficult
Bonds: Attractive, Job, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 12)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 34 (12d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d10+2, Ranged +6 / 3d10+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1000 gp.
Curran Sunmeadow, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time, and carries longswords. His hair is red and curly. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Curran fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions
Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Barber
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 15 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Goblin, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 120 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Jade (70 gp).
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