Werydd Ironfist, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'0" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Butcher. She wears a top hat to hide her balding. Her violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.
History: She was raised in a island tribe. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Werydd grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Werydd. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.
Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and a rival would like her out of the picture
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Mentor, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Butcher
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Dwarven, Celestial, Halfling, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 110 gp. Silver pearl (60 gp).
Cimer Random, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His silver unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A freak accident while working with his Brewer mother left him crippled. He tends to his Miner job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Miner and was forced into it by his family.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Tiefling, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Celestial
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Banded mail.
Ghaliver Goldfound, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
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. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.
History: Ghaliver was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Stableman, but he was a colossal failure. He became a Apothecary soon after.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'11") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 60 gp.
Halander Quickstep, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.
Motivation: To end his boredom.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Military. Occupation: Bellfounder
Voice: Old Prospector
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Neutral Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 17 (4d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Murook Bradley, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears a black coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon her head. Her hair is cut close to her head. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Murook was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the south were limited. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter.
Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Manfred Remington, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'1". He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and his gloved hand is found clutching a greataxe. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends
History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Baradad Verthisathurgiesh, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with green slacks. His bronze crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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 comes from a rich western family. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he feels threatened by others
Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 13 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
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 | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 300 gp.
Nella Rutherford, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: The light-skinned woman stands 6'4" and dresses like a well dressed Ploughman does. Her long chestnut hair reaches down to her waist. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady hazel eyes.
Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.
History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She has worked as a Ploughman like her mother before her.
Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and expand her business
Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Speaks with a cold
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Half-Orc, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 110 gp. Moss agate (14 gp).
Nutae Rothenel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His eyes are likewise green.
Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: Nutae was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his dancing dream.
Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and a strong sense of loyalty to gnomish people
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Architect
Voice: High pitched, excited
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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12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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