Suhnae Nailo, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.
Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.
History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has since lost track of the people in his past.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Doctor and was forced into it by his family; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 60 gp.
Dain Torunn, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears professional attire. His hair is brown and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Loud with bravado
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 1700 sp.
Ethereal In the Morning, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has dyed his greying beige fur a little too much giving a sharp beige color. His yellow eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now spends his time doing works of charity.
Motivation: He is greedy; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Servant
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 5 (-3) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 7 |
Possessions: 380 gp. 1 Healer’s kit.
Pennie Quickstep, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Halflings. Her skin is light but she possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. She is dressed in an above average manner. Her chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She uses divination through singing.
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. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to share knowledge with the world
Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Beggar
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 5 (-3) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 7 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
Megren Mohradyllion, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame, and she perpetually has her hand crossbow ready. Her long bronze crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her red eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.
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. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Megren was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Laborer
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 300 sp.
Whurbin Steelfist, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and yellow handkerchief worn on his right side. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His chestnut hair is still thick. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
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 is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.
History: He was born in the west. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and nothing but the best is good enough for him
Ideals: Impeccable, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 140 gp.
Tharivol Selevarun, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
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. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. 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: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 3 Antitoxin.
Joan Braxton, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: She is lean but muscular and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her quarterstaff with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She has styled her red hair well, parting it to the left. Her hazel eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Joan embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Joan grew up listening to her father's many stories. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Joan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor she uses now. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she desires power and/or immortality
Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Human, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 1 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 5 (-3) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp. Red spinel (130 gp).
Flak Haley, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This light-skinned male is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Orc conditions. During his travels, Flak and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Flak discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Flak fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.
Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Shy, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Giant
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 30 gp.
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