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Isabella Tiltathana, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She keeps her long black hair kept up in a rat tail. Her brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. Isabella was born on a far western island where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Farmer. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Stutters

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Isabella Tiltathana, Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'4") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
10 (+0)17 (+3) 17 (+3)11 (+0) 15 (+2)15 (+2)
Skills Deception +4, Survival +4
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1053

Possessions: 3000 cp.


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Hirrathak Tiammanthyllish, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]

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Description: He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He keeps his long white crest kept up in a rat tail. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

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Hirrathak Tiammanthyllish, Male Dragonborn Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
17 (+3)11 (+0) 12 (+1)10 (+0) 9 (-1)8 (-1)
Skills Animal Handling +1, Nature +2
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day105

Possessions: 100 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp).


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Spring Of Winter, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: This northern man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has done his best to style his brown fur to look like a famous performer. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Spring 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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

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Spring Of Winter, Male Tabaxi Sorcerer 2
Medium (6'0") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
15 (+2)13 (+1) 10 (+0)9 (-1) 16 (+3)16 (+3)
Skills Animal Handling +5, Stealth +3
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day9

Possessions: 230 gp. Banded agate (5 gp). Eye agate (5 gp).


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Hugh Westcott, Male Human [Permalink]

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Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has shaved his head bald. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Hugh was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Voice breaks

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Hugh Westcott, Male Human Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'0") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
11 (+0)12 (+1) 14 (+2)3 (-4) 12 (+1)12 (+1)
Skills Acrobatics +3, History -2
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +0
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day6

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Silver holy symbol.


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Abalaba Boondiggles, Female Gnome [Permalink]

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Description: She is a husky woman, who wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her ears are large.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Gnomes became a terror of the countryside. She was granted arcane powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Irish accent

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Abalaba Boondiggles, Female Gnome Sorcerer 2
Small (3'0") Gnome, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)10 (+0) 9 (-1)13 (+1) 14 (+2)12 (+1)
Skills Animal Handling +4, Insight +4
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day116400

Possessions: 310 gp.


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Three Blossom, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. His yellow fur is smooth and relatively long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

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. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Three was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Relaxed voice

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Three Blossom, Male Tabaxi Sorcerer 2
Medium (6'4") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 2 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)15 (+2) 7 (-2)16 (+3) 17 (+3)14 (+2)
Skills Performance +4, Sleight of Hand +4
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc, Terran, Draconic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day136400000

Possessions: 310 gp.


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Gimble Pilwicken, Male Gnome [Permalink]

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Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Gimble 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. Through the years after Gimble was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Gimble's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: 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; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sore throat, cough

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Gimble Pilwicken, Male Gnome Sorcerer 2
Small (3'4") Gnome, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)14 (+2) 13 (+1)14 (+2) 13 (+1)11 (+0)
Skills Athletics +3, Investigation +4
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Infernal, Druidic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +4
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1264000

Possessions: 260 gp.


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Sora Wystongjiir, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]

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Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Her crest is brass and very short. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and she desires to right it

Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Raspy

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Sora Wystongjiir, Female Dragonborn Sorcerer 3
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 15 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
18 (+4)10 (+0) 15 (+2)16 (+3) 16 (+3)19 (+4)
Skills History +5, Survival +5
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Infernal, Terran, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d8+4, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +4
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day136500000

Possessions: 300 gp.


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Yvonne Berevan, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: She was born into a rich family. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Russian accent

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Yvonne Berevan, Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 2
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 13 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)11 (+0) 17 (+3)13 (+1) 13 (+1)8 (-1)
Skills Acrobatics +2, Intimidation +1
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day116400

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Climber’s kit.


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