Mara Ilphelkiir, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is very fat, and wears bulky tan painted plate armor. She has a long brown ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her violet eyes peer out from beneath her top tan hat.
Personality: She is happy with her job as a Scribe. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. When Mara reached her early adolescence her Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by dire rats. Mara was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the dire rats.
Motivation: Revenge.
Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: pre-pubescent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 17 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: Just what you see.
Great Moon, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His black fur is braided into rings. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
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. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.
History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Scribe work with an outfit from a few towns over. Scribe work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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.
Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 15)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 151 (15d12)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +7 / 4d8+2, Ranged +8 / 4d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 1100 pp. Blue quartz (9 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). Zircon (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Moon Wing, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She is a pot bellied northern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She tends to wear a large pastel jacket. Her white fur is matted, messy, and big. Her eyes are likewise blue. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: Moon was born the youngest of three triplets. Moon 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. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Healer and was forced into it by her family; and to unite with her sister
Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 18 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d10+3, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Half-Plate.
Leaf Thunder, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: 6'5" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He wears a colorful flower in his orange fur. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.
History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Arara Galanodel, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her white hair is long and unkept. She has a tattooed face.
Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.
History: Arara was born the youngest of three triplets. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She has been saving her money to try and buy her brother's freedom.
Motivation: Regain custody of her son; and to unite with her brother
Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Spy
Voice: Raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven, Infernal, Giant
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 3 | 1 |
Possessions: 400 sp.
Frug Rofferton, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has shaved his head bald. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.
History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Blacksmith for the past few years.
Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Nature, Job, In love. Occupation: Blacksmith
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, Neutral Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 14 (4d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Elven
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 |
Possessions: 300 gp. Eye agate (13 gp).
Anastrianna Devore, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has wavy blonde hair. Her gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: She has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Body Guard who has hired her part-time. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. 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. Anastrianna fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: She has a crush on the local Dyer; and to settle down with her crush
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 9)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 23 (9d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d4+1, Ranged +3 / 3d4+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 4 | 4 | 4 |
Possessions: 50 pp.
Art Peak, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She wears professional attire, and carries hand crossbows. She keeps her gray fur in a flapper bob. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: She has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Soapmaker who has hired her part-time. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Art fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 10)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 39 (10d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Aquan, Halfling, Goblin, Druidic
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d6+2, Ranged +6 / 3d6+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1900 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp).
Claira Ariessus, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering her clean studded leather, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.
Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.
History: Claira was born in the east. At a young age she loved to build and create. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.
Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac
Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Relaxed voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 13)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 23 (13d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 21 (+5) | 6 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 19 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 4d4-1, Ranged +9 / 4d4+5, Grapple +7
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 15 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 2000 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (3000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (50 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.
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