Maagog Xephyrbahnor, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His long rusty crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.
History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Armorer and was forced into it by his family; and wants to raise his children well
Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Red-brown spinel (140 gp).
Pelaios Quiet, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length black hair. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.
Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Pelaios took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Sellsword.
Motivation: He is greedy; and to be a junk dealer again
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Tiefling, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Abyssal, Druidic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 60 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). 1 Half-Plate.
Harvest Candle, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it. She carries with her a set of hammers on her belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. Her black fur is lengthy. She wears an eyepatch.
Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with writing. She constantly tries to fill her life with writing. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: She was born at the edge of vast mountains. In her 15th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Harvest fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Goblin, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Banded mail.
Astar Fortune, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'7" when asserting himself. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a dull look in his red eyes.
Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is an amazing painter.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Astar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and he is greedy
Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Beggar
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 4 (-3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 7
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: Amethyst (110 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Koeth Franklin, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
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 a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He wears his brown hair up. His face is scarred and worn.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.
History: Gifted from a young age, Koeth studied abroad. While he appears to be a normal Half-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 now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 160 gp.
Dalgal Ungart, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is baby faced.
Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.
History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Dalgal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Joker. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Priest
Voice: Boston accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 26 (4d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Celestial, Aquan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple +1
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.
Farideh Pyraxtallinost, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'7" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. Her blue crest is heavily combed to the right. Her eyes are a pleasant gold.
Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She receives visions of the future at random moments
History: Farideh hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. Her first spouse was a Masseuse, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She has since lost track of the people in her past.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Cook and was forced into it by her family; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Cook
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d6+4, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 150 gp.
Rimmon Muse, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars, and carries daggers. His dark red hair is heavily combed to the left. He has gleaming, smiling black eyes.
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 cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.
Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Spits and sputters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Miles Ryley, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.
History: Miles was born with his father's beautiful face. 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. He now owns his own business.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and further expansion of business
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job, Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Celestial, Druidic, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 pp.
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