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Laucian Sylvaranth, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His brown hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Religious. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Draws out vowels

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Laucian Sylvaranth, Male Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'3") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)17 (+3) 10 (+0)12 (+1) 8 (-1)9 (-1)
Skills Acrobatics +5, Religion +3
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Terran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day11530

Possessions: 400 sp.


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Heward Callan, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hammer, just in case. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is red and curly. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: The child of a Mayor, who enjoyed hunting, Heward was taken on many hunting expeditions. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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: To prove his worth to the world; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Shortens vowels

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Heward Callan, Male Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'0") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)12 (+1) 11 (+0)11 (+0) 11 (+0)8 (-1)
Skills Animal Handling +2, Religion +2
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1053

Possessions: 300 sp.


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Naivara Berevan, Female Elf [Permalink]

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Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She has brown hair. Her eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 27. 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. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Naivara was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, In love, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Dutch accent

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Naivara Berevan, Female Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'0") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)13 (+1) 13 (+1)8 (-1) 11 (+0)7 (-2)
Skills Performance +0, Religion +1
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day9

Possessions: 50 gp.


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Keyleth Eathalena, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She wears her auburn hair down. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. A true patriot, Keyleth would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. A serious injury left her mother unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm mother. After a long history of fighting, Keyleth and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To pay off her debts; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Military, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Draws out vowels

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Keyleth Eathalena, Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'5") Half-Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)13 (+1) 16 (+3)15 (+2) 9 (-1)13 (+1)
Skills Arcana +4, Athletics +3
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day12530000

Possessions: 40 pp.


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Havilar Lhamboldennish, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]

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Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a tan coat with black slacks. Her crest is short and brass. She has gold eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

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. Being born in the east, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the east for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way west. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Bonds: Job, Military, Family, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks in third person

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Havilar Lhamboldennish, Female Dragonborn Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'1") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
16 (+3)11 (+0) 14 (+2)10 (+0) 15 (+2)12 (+1)
Skills Intimidation +3, Investigation +2
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day105

Possessions: 140 gp.


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Veit Rumnaheim, Male Dwarf [Permalink]

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Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: The child of a Spy, who enjoyed hunting, Veit was taken on many hunting expeditions. 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 Tailor. He's also a talented Spy, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Strong lisp

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Veit Rumnaheim, Male Dwarf Sorcerer 1
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
17 (+3)8 (-1) 10 (+0)8 (-1) 17 (+3)9 (-1)
Skills Animal Handling +5, Insight +5
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day9

Possessions: 60 gp.


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Seven Wing, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: This man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and sports empty pouches on his belt. His black fur is heavily combed to the left. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barrister arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is greedy; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Sensual and smooth

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Seven Wing, Male Tabaxi Sorcerer 2
Medium (6'8") Tabaxi, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
16 (+3)11 (+0) 14 (+2)16 (+3) 12 (+1)9 (-1)
Skills Deception +1, Investigation +5
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Druidic, Draconic, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day136400000

Possessions: 2000 sp.


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Greeba Yorke, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]

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Description: This southern woman typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. Her clothes are grease stained in places. She has styled her silver hair well, parting it to the left. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Through the years after Greeba was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Greeba's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

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Greeba Yorke, Female Half-Orc Sorcerer 1
Medium (4'8") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
14 (+2)14 (+2) 15 (+2)10 (+0) 14 (+2)9 (-1)
Skills Arcana +2
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day105

Possessions: 90 gp.


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Robert Melancon, Male Human [Permalink]

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Description: The light-skinned man stands 6'5" and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His blonde hair is cut short. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Robert 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. Robert decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Insomniac. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks with a cold

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Robert Melancon, Male Human Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'5") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
16 (+3)12 (+1) 11 (+0)13 (+1) 13 (+1)8 (-1)
Skills Intimidation +1, Persuasion +1
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day115300

Possessions: 3000 cp. Citrine (20 gp).


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