Millicent Moreno, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: This slender woman stands about 5'7". She wears skinny pants and wears a brown and red robe with the hood down. Sporting a black mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are amber.
Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.
History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Crown-heir for the past few years.
Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.
Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Spits and sputters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 8)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 48 (8d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 19 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d10+2, Ranged +7 / 2d10+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 2000 sp. Carnelian (50 gp).
Greeba Alston, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears a fancy black dress. Her hair is cut close to her head. She has amber eyes.
Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Greeba is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her sisters into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.
History: Greeba was born with her mother's beautiful face. Her divine abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and doesn't want to be a junk dealer and was forced into it by her family
Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer
Voice: Sensual and smooth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Half-Orc, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 3 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp.
Beiro Iathrana, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the left. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Beiro embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Elves. He invites people to come help in his community garden.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Beiro took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 18 (3d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven, Goblin
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +1 / 1d8-1, Grapple -1
Possessions: 18000 cp. 1 Smokesticks.
Left-Handed Peak, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His beige fur is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are yellow and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content
Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Relaxed voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 49 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d4+0, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. Alexandrite (1400 gp).
Rolen Liadon, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His ears are large.
Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. A true patriot, Rolen would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mason hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (5d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 800 gp.
Dean Jethro, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He receives visions of the future at random moments
History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants his loneliness to end
Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 14 (5d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan
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 | 3 | 3 | 1 |
Possessions: 6000 sp.
Adrik Holderhek, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a grey shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His green eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: Adrik hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Tanner profession.
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. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Barber for hire.
Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Barber
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 12 (2d10)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Abyssal, Ignan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate.
Cimer Creed, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: This man is very fat, and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His white hair is knotted and matted. His black unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
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 invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.
History: He comes from a rich eastern family. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk
Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, In love. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Slurs words
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Tiefling, Neutral Good (CR 12)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 49 (12d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Gnoll, Giant
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d10+2, Ranged +4 / 3d10+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1000 gp. Jade (90 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Brown-green garnet (90 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Carnelian (60 gp).
Thamior Xistsrith, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This slender man stands about 5'5". He wears a blue collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.
Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.
History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Thamior was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Thamior decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. After months of barely getting by, Thamior managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.
Motivation: He is greedy; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 13)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 36 (13d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Ignan
Attacks Melee +5 / 4d4+1, Ranged +6 / 4d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 1 |
Possessions: 1000 gp. Black pearl (1100 gp). Obsidian (5 gp). Tourmaline (140 gp).
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