Moon Thundercloud, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His black fur is matted, messy, and big. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Moon was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
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: 20 gp.
Fragrant Of Clay, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She stands about 5'6" and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Her brown fur is knotted and matted. Her amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Spice Merchant. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.
History: She was raised in a desert tribe. Being born in the north, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the north for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. She has worked as a Spice Merchant like her mother before her.
Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 200 sp.
Savaran Norixius, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Standing 6'6", this woman wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a bow, but if one is not available she will default to her axe. Her red crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her red eyes.
Personality: She is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is a great chef.
History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and tiefling compassion
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Farmer accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Druidic
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Disguise kit.
Olrok Rylan, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This tall, slender man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is silver and very short. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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: He was born in the east. When Olrok reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes
Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer
Voice: Gruff and masculine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 3 (-4) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Goblin
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 20 pp.
Spear Plume, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An older woman who is wearing a tight pastel one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, she is not a threatening figure. Her beige fur is unkempt and raggedy. She has blue eyes.
Personality: While she is on the job, she is grim and serious. She understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.
History: Born in the south to a Glassblower, Spear learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. 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 Glassblower. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Glassblower for the past few years.
Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Glassblower responsibilities is difficult; and she is unsatisfied with her job
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Glassblower
Voice: Strong lisp
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Tabaxi, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Aquan, Druidic
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Mreksh Ophinshtalajiir, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His red crest is thinning but still full. He has gold eyes and a green hat with a black feather.
Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: Mreksh was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. 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: Wants to work out more often; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world
Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Sweet Of Clay, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a pastel coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His brown fur is greasy and uncared for. His blue eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.
History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Cook arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature whip.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook
Voice: Pronounces O like U
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 15 (4d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Giant, Infernal
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d10-2, Ranged +5 / 1d10+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Pelt Of Stars, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down. His beige fur is lengthy. His eyes are hazel and beady.
Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.
History: Born in the north to a Masseuse, Pelt learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Seamstress, but he got bored and became a Masseuse. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Boston accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'9") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 260 gp.
Nuraval Helcral, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is wearing a long, grey cloak. He carries with him a set of rapiers on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His green eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 5 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Druidic, Terran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 sp.
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