Golm Rylan, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This malnourished man wears a white shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.
History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Golm took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job
Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Job, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Spits words with contempt
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Half-Orc, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 26 (4d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d10+3, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Pyxrin Verthisathurgiesh, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Her gold crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.
History: Born in the south to a Fisher, Pyxrin learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. In her youth she was a Bounty Hunter, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger brother on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. She has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 50 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +4 / 2d4+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.
Ahvain Meliamne, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses in yellow turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with black slacks. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep
Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp. 4 Antitoxin.
Seven Prim Posies, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears pastel trousers with white and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He sports a flattop fur cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.
Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.
History: He comes from a rich western family. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.
Motivation: He is greedy.
Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Spits and sputters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 9 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Undercommon, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 90 gp.
Vanchu Trollope, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: Runty and weak-looking, she wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her auburn hair is lengthy. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.
History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Through the years after Vanchu was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Vanchu's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She's also a talented Spice Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest woman in the east
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 5 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 2 | 2 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Jarsali Eathalena, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 5'4" and very much looks the part of a Doctor. Her hair is long and chestnut with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small tan clips. Her eyes are likewise brown. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.
History: Jarsali lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.
Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and marry her sister to traveling adventurers
Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Bonds: Job, Religious, Family. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 16 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, 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 | 12 | 4 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Bullseye lantern.
Callie Cherrycheeks, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. She keeps her chestnut hair in a pixie cut. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.
History: She was born in the south. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Layabout.
Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and she is unsatisfied with her job
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Spits and sputters
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Halfling, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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6 (-2) | 18 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
Possessions: 100 sp.
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