Dariff Strakeln, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.
Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.
History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.
Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for her
Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Middle-eastern accent
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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8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Mûglûk Darlington, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a black armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. He is baby faced.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 12. 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 lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.
History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He is greedy.
Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shipwright
Voice: Stutters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Half-Orc, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
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 | 8 |
Possessions: 500 sp.
Reynard Hungate, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is lean but muscular and wears professional attire. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Reynard isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: Reynard was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to get a good night's sleep
Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Jeweler
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (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) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 20 pp. Freshwater pearl (8 gp).
Havilar Mohradyllion, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. She carries with her a set of pickaxes, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her black crest is still thick. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: She is happy with her job as a Barber. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.
History: Born in the north to a Barber, Havilar learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. While she appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 struck the Barber job and began her own company from there.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a server again
Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Barber
Voice: Farmer accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Dragonborn, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 110 gp. Red garnet (130 gp).
Dagger Treat, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears just a pastel suit. She keeps her white fur in a flapper bob. Her eyes are likewise hazel. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: This woman loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. She invites people to come help in her community garden.
History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. 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. She now spends her time doing works of charity.
Motivation: Many goblins want her driven away; and to share knowledge with the world
Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Old thin voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnoll, Celestial
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 5000 cp.
Ar-Kaius Wilberforce, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This late middle aged man wears light armors faded through time and improper care and is in decent physical shape. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. A friendly and beautiful Half-Orc, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.
History: He got into the Healer business at a young age. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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's also a talented Barkeep, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: To be a Barkeep again; and balancing his hectic life and new healer responsibilities is difficult
Flaws: Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Spits words with contempt
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Half-Orc, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 5 |
Possessions: 60 pp.
Osco Brightmoon, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He carries with him a set of morningstars, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.
History: Born to a Body Guard, his mother struggled to pay the bills. After coming to the age of reason, Osco took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Osco fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wishes to resurrect an old love
Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Tailor
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Druidic, Celestial, Gnome
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Arnold Paxton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Arnold is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: Arnold was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.
Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.
Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dyer
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Human, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 13 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 400 gp.
Nora Steelfist, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: She dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with yellow slacks. She carries with her a set of clubs on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. Her golden hair is thinning but still full. Her eyes are blue and beady.
Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.
History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Dyer they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Ploughman, and she later adopted a second son.
Motivation: Marry her sister to traveling adventurers.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Mousy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Dwarven, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 80 gp.
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