Rael Feeny, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Commoner school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Carter
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +4
Possessions: 1000 sp.
Oppleby Cobblelob, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears professional attire. His silver hair is thinning but still full. He has a tattooed face.
Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.
History: Oppleby was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Oppleby 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break
Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, Neutral Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 20 (4d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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7 (-2) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d10-2, Ranged +5 / 1d10+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 40 pp.
Nutae Galanodel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears long strands of amber and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His red hair is thinning but still full. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.
History: Nutae lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and doesn't want to be a sculptor and was forced into it by his family
Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Family. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Russian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 18 (3d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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7 (-2) | 19 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome, Druidic
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d8-2, Ranged +6 / 1d8+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 18000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Burana Esstyrlynn, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'5". She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and her gloved hand is found clutching a bow. She has styled her brass crest well, parting it to the left. She wears an eyepatch.
Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She works hard and plays hard.
History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Burana fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Hedonist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bricklayer
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 20 (4d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Goblin
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d10+2, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Bilga Wade, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears baggy white pantaloons and a blue scarf. She is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around her ears. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.
Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. She enjoys reading and quiet.
History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. In her 18th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear.
Ideals: Justice, Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Server
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 20 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 300 gp.
Flame Of Clay, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. Her beige fur is lengthy. She has a tattooed face.
Personality: She is a Barkeep first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.
History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and balancing her hectic life and new barkeep responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: High pitched, excited
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 8)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 56 (8d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d10+1, Ranged +6 / 2d10+3, Grapple +4
Possessions: 10000 sp. Rose (60 gp). Jet (50 gp). Sard (60 gp). White pearl (50 gp). Pink pearl (50 gp). Hematite (15 gp).
Taklinn Helcral, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is black and very short. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He now spends his time doing works of charity.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and wants to open a new tavern
Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Military, Mentor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'4") Dwarf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (1d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, Aquan, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 130 gp.
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