Helja Graybeard, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This southern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length black hair. Her green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
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 loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.
History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.
Motivation: Wants to raise her children well.
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Assassin
Voice: German accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'10") Dwarf, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 21 (3d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 20 (+5) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).
Dayereth Amakiir, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He likes to wear blue tank tops with yellow pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.
History: He comes from a rich eastern family. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Rich, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Merchant
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Theriatis Raethran, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.
History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Knight
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Lawful Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Auran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 |
Possessions: 2500 sp.
Vondal Gorunn, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: 4'5" and muscular, this southern man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.
History: Vondal was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His first spouse was a Layabout, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Layabout they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Detective, and he later adopted a second son.
Motivation: To unite with his sister.
Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 110 gp.
Peren Caerdonel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it, marred by chocolates. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.
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. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Barber and occasionally as a mercenary.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Nicholas Graeme, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has brown hair. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.
Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.
Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Slave. Occupation: Ruler
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 19 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Cloak Wing, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears tattered old clothes, and is pretty ugly. She wears a Stetson hat to hide her balding. Her eyes are green and catlike.
Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.
History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In her 12th year, her parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Cloak alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.
Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the south; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Druidic, Celestial
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp. White opal (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Onyx (20 gp).
Cloak On the Mountaintop, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white fur, when down, is lengthy. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for him, and Cloak does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
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 was taken from his home at a very young age. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Military, Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Celestial
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 250 gp.
Gynk Whitby, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her silver hair, when down, is lengthy. She has a dull look in her violet eyes.
Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.
History: Gynk was born the youngest of three triplets. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.
Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and she's attracted to the pc
Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Family, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Voice breaks
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 400 sp. Peridot (60 gp).
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