Hatae Sylvaranth, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This dark-skinned female wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her ears are large.
Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: Hatae was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the east, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the east for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way north. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.
Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Shortens vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Lawful Good (CR 11)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 53 (11d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d8+0, Ranged +6 / 3d8+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 2400 gp. Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Anbera Daerdahk, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This malnourished woman is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her silver hair is braided into rings. She has a tattooed face.
Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the west. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.
Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.
Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
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Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 23 (4d10)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 30 pp.
Mordai Love, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: 5'8" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears baggy green pantaloons and a grey scarf. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Soapmaker. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.
History: Born to a Ruler, his father struggled to pay the bills. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Being a Soapmaker kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.
Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
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Medium (5'8") Tiefling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 6)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 22 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 19 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Dwarven, Auran
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d6+2, Ranged +3 / 2d6+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 500 gp.
Fallond Goldfinder, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze, and carries sais. He wears his brown hair up. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.
Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.
History: Fallond lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.
Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.
Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Bellfounder
Voice: Indian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Breastplate.
Morkral Thrahak, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He invites people to come help in his community garden.
History: Morkral lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Butcher, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.
Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Whispers
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Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 5000 cp.
Jarsali McLeod, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears silk and lounges about seductively. Her red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her eyes are a pleasant hazel.
Personality: She hates orcs. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered
History: She was born in the east. Because her mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, orcs burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. She was preparing to flee to the east, but the outbreak of war prevented her and her father from journeying east to reunite her family. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact
Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
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Medium (5'3") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 55 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d4+0, Ranged +4 / 2d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 30000 cp. Hematite (8 gp). Banded agate (8 gp).
Thervan Martell, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears professional attire. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
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. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.
History: Thervan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, 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 Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk
Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
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Medium (5'6") Half-Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 16 (2d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Aquan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1500 sp. 1 Breastplate.
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