Sora Bhenkumbyrznaax, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a green shirt, with a black mid length skirt with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She wears her blue crest up. She has a tattooed face.
Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.
History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.
Motivation: She wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and she is content
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Mundane, Greedy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, Neutral Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 35 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Draconic, Giant
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d10+4, Ranged +5 / 1d10+3, Grapple +4
Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Chain shirt.
Melissa Langdon, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears a brown shirt, with a green mid length skirt with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She sports golden long hair. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.
History: The child of a Adventurer, who enjoyed hunting, Melissa was taken on many hunting expeditions. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform She has worked as a Fisher like her father before her.
Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage
Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Human, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 18 (2d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp.
Clerebold Colton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 86. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.
History: Clerebold was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and to unite with his sister
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Attractive. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 11 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 400 sp.
Rangrim Caebrek, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: 4'2" and muscular, this western man wears a brown top hat and brown clothes. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.
Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Body Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. During his travels, Rangrim and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Rangrim discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Rangrim fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Ums and uhs a lot
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 11 (1d8)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 7 (-2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: Rhodochrosite (7 gp).
Tricking In the Wind, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. His long red fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His copper unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.
History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and retire the richest man in the west
Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur, Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Mentor, Guardian. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 4 | 2 |
Possessions: 80 gp.
Tharivol Casilltenirra, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.
History: He was born in the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.
Motivation: Seeks redemption; and sabotage a competitor
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush, Criminal record. Occupation: Blacksmith
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Elf, True Neutral (CR 7)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 28 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d8+0, Ranged +5 / 2d8+2, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp.
Arannis Xiloscient, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His silver hair is braided into rings. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.
History: Arannis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. Being a Bookbinder 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: To reunite with his absent mother; and 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
Ideals: Professionalism, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Bookbinder
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 19 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Auran, Draconic
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 2 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Dara Ilphelkiir, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her nunchaku, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her eyes are a pleasant green.
Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Dara embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. She takes great joy in being the best Seamstress in town.
History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. She worked as a nervous Seamstress and found it very stressful. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and further expansion of business
Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 4 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 18 (+4) | 7 (-2) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +6 / 1d8+4, Grapple +4
Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.
Baelitae Goltorah, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a yellow coat. Her white hair is unkempt and raggedy. She wears an eyepatch.
Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Weaver business.
History: Born to a Barber, her mother struggled to pay the bills. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Weaver. 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: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing her hectic life and new weaver responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Celestial, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
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