Ilga Bing, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is dressed in earthy colors with a white and black handkerchief worn on her right side. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly scythes and bows. Her auburn hair is knotted and matted. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. She can't help but pocket interesting objects she comes across
History: She was born into a rich family. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She has achieved small success as a Unemployed.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and expand her business
Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 160 gp. Red garnet (160 gp).
Kabbarg Berkeley, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is a physically imposing light-skinned woman. 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 wears a colorful flower in her black hair. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: Kabbarg wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.
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. Kabbarg abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and she desires power and/or immortality
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Miller
Voice: Voice breaks
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Celestial, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 190 gp.
Watson Appleblossom, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His black hair is still thick. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.
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 does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Watson was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.
Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark
Ideals: Extrovert, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Middle-eastern accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 16 (3d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +1 / 1d8-1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 5 |
Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.
Tricking Of Wine, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. His fur, while still mostly orange, has prominent grey streaks. His yellow eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.
History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Tricking reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.
Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bather
Voice: Speaks with a cold
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Tabaxi, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp. Jade (120 gp).
Leaf Running, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear flannel. He has moderate length beige fur. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His first spouse was a Painter, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.
Motivation: To unite with his brother; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: In love, Military, Family. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: Low and grunting
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Draconic, Auran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Three Of Ale, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His lavender fur is braided into rings. 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 submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.
History: Three was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 Bather. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Bather
Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Tabaxi, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.
Rurik Glanhig, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This man wears a fancy brown suit. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Fortune-teller business.
History: Rurik was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Engraver. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he's in love
Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Has a crush, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller
Voice: Rolls R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 30 pp. Sardonyx (70 gp).
Aramil Suithrasas, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.
Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.
History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. Aramil was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Layabout. After a long history of fighting, Aramil and his spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.
Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Elven, Aquan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +5
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 2000 cp.
Doudra Umbyrphrael, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears a fancy green dress. She keeps her gold crest in a pixie cut. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Apothecary business.
History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Doudra fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.
Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
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