Kriv Vangdondalor, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His gold crest is long and unkept. His red eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is harsh and unforgiving.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. He now owns his own business.
Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and a strong sense of loyalty to halfling people
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Architect
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Chaotic Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 30 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d6+1, Ranged +4 / 2d6+1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 50000 cp.
Tim Lincoln, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.
History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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. Tim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Human, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 2 | 0 |
Possessions: 5000 cp. Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp).
Sariel Suithrasas, Female Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She stands about 5'5" and wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available she will default to her shortspear. Her left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She has a very tight haircut. Her skin is flawless and her brown eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.
History: Sariel was born with her father's beautiful face. In her youth she was a Weaver, 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 sister on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.
Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and someone believes her a fraud
Flaws: Sensitive, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Gardener
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 14 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Aquan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 4 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Roger Estevan, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: 5'6" and muscular, this southern man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. His hair is red and very short. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. The war was a terrible time for him, and Roger does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
History: Roger was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Apothecary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has since lost track of the people in his past.
Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Irish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Half-Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 9)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 63 (9d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d4+1, Ranged +4 / 3d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 4 |
Possessions: 110 pp. Banded agate (13 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp).
Morthos Failure, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears long strands of aquamarine and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Morthos grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Server
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 29 (5d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d4+0, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield. 1 Half-Plate.
Ella Gobblefirn, Female Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This tall, slender woman tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. This brown eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.
History: Ella was born the youngest of three triplets. Ella liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She has since lost track of the people in her past.
Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs
Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Strong lisp
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'5") Gnome, Neutral Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 23 (4d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 4 | 3 | 2 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp.
Nurkara Rubyeye, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is a husky woman, who is renowned for her bright grey dresses and hats. Her blonde hair is knotted and matted. Her blue eyes peer out from beneath her broad grey hat.
Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.
History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.
Motivation: She is content; and she would like to get married and retire
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 16 (2d10)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 290 gp.
Kilia Ironfist, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, white shirt, and blue tie. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. Kilia enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.
History: She was born at the edge of vast mountains. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.
Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Gruff and masculine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnoll, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 sp.
Seven Prim Posies, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears dull pastel sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed warhammer, just in case. He keeps his gray fur in a flapper bob. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep copper.
Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. The war was a terrible time for him, and Seven does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. When Seven reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and revenge
Flaws: Depressed, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Middle-eastern accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 48 (6d12)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 2d6-1, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 700 gp. Amber (140 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp).
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