Mella Withrethin, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This northern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. She is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around her ears. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. Mella enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.
History: Mella hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. After a long history of fighting, Mella and her spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: Revenge; and many gnolls want her driven away
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Interpreter
Voice: Posh accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 20 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 1600 sp. 3 Smokesticks.
Vrondiss Pfaphnyrennish, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears tattered old clothes. His scarlet crest is smooth and relatively long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He works hard and plays hard.
History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Vrondiss reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Map Maker
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 9)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 20 (9d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 19 (+4) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Aquan
Attacks Melee +7 / 3d4+4, Ranged +7 / 3d4+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 4 | 4 | 4 | 3 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Dondon Goodbarrel, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His brown eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: Dondon wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a great chef.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out
Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Military, Slave. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Neutral Good (CR 12)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 48 (12d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Aquan
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d10+0, Ranged +5 / 3d10+1, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 3 | 3 |
Possessions: 300 pp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (80 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (800 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (90 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (80 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp).
Flame In the Wind, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears pastel leather gloves, a pastel jacket, and tight pants. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he's repulsed by the pc
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tabaxi, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 3 | 1 |
Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Rael Tiltathana, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries with him a set of spears on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.
History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a spear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 16 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal, Auran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Half-Plate.
Volen Peyton, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. She wears black painted combat armor at almost all times, marred by teas. Her hair is long and brown with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small black clips. Her gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.
History: Gifted from a young age, Volen studied abroad. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. She was granted psionic powers by her dying sister.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to protect her home
Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Occupation: Carter
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 7)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 36 (7d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d8+2, Ranged +4 / 2d8+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Purah Torment, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a green armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. She carries with her a set of longswords on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. She has no hair. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. 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. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.
Motivation: To protect her home; and to prove her worth to the world
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Gardener
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 8 (3d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 6 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Celestial, Ignan
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +6
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
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