Aelar Sylvaranth, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and he perpetually has his mace ready. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.
Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world
Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Aquan
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 sp.
Seere Grief, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender woman prefers to wear green clothing when she does not wear armor. Her hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. She wears an eyepatch.
Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She disdains her fellow easterners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.
History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Baker.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Tiefling, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 19 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple -1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 80 gp.
Astaro Panic, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears suspenders and green workpants. Her shirt is brown, and she wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. She has dyed her greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. Her eyes are a pleasant white.
Personality: Astaro wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.
History: She was born in the south, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end; and she's attracted to the pc
Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: Cold and demanding tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Undercommon, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Bucklal Glenfellow, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: This slender man stands about 3'3". He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.
Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.
History: Born in the north to a Apothecary, Bucklal learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He's also a talented Server, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to end his boredom
Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
Claira Meliamne, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Her hair is red and very short. She wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She is harsh and unforgiving.
History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and balancing her hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military, Nature. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, 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: 200 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Caramip Tarkelby, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: Runty and weak-looking, she wears a blue costume with the symbols of her god on her torso. Her white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She wears a mask on her face.
Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.
History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Elven companion (her 'brother'). 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: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is her passion; and she wants to meet her childhood hero
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Courier
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Gnome, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +0 / 1d6-2, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Half-Plate.
Naeris Caerdonel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This slender man stands about 5'4". He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Naeris 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. Naeris decided he wanted neither the life of his mother 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. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.
Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 19 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.
Tûmûg Harlow, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
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. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mercenary. He has worked as a Mercenary like his mother before him.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world
Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Ums and uhs a lot
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 1 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 4 (-3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 4 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Halfling, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Silk rope.
Jade Of Winter, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: With red face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she is wearing a long, pastel, dusty cloak. She wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover her moderate length red fur. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: She is fixated on the number 4. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.
History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She moved out west to avoid the crime she committed. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.
Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and she possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal
Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, In love, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Halfling, Elven, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
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