Kava Ghaallixirn, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged woman, she likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and is pretty ugly. Her crest is brass and very short. Her red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.
History: She was raised by priests from a young age. Her childhood dream was to be a Ploughman, but she was a colossal failure. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Adventurer.
Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Scandinavian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Aura Of Claws, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'3" when asserting herself. Her orange fur is matted, messy, and big. Her fierce yellow eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She takes great joy in being the best Miller in town.
History: Aura was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Miller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She bought a longsword and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: She's attracted to the PC; and wants her loneliness to end
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Poor, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Miller
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Euphemia Porridgepot, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her sword with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and carries swords. She has wavy golden hair. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.
History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Euphemia fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge.
Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Ruler
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling, Orc
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 sp.
Vapula Haste, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Her brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.
History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and retire the richest woman in the east
Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sailor
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Draconic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 210 gp.
Hupe Jamjar, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a red shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and red pants. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Sage who has hired him part-time. 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, Hupe is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
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 has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bounty Hunter. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.
Motivation: He's in love; and wants a kiss
Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Hollow voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling, Auran, Terran
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Pandjed Delmirev, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his rapier with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He sports a flattop crest cut. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. A true patriot, Pandjed would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.
History: Pandjed was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
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 | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Vanuath Koehlanna, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged man, he is typically in his Interpreter uniform, and is pretty ugly. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: He got into the Interpreter business at a young age. 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 has worked as a Interpreter like his father before him.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.
Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Interpreter
Voice: Low and grunting
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 30 gp. 3 Antitoxin.
Malquis Siannodel, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. She carries with her a set of pickaxes, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Sporting a brown mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her ears are large.
Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.
History: She was born in a small desert village. She was a friend to animals and a trickster. In her defense of animals however she would do severe harm to people. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by orcs. Malquis was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the orcs.
Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.
Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Indian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven, Draconic, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Eye agate (14 gp).
Vanchu Lindsay, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a green coat with brown slacks. She wears her chestnut hair up. She is baby faced.
Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.
History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Vanchu 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. During her travels, Vanchu and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Vanchu discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Vanchu fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.
Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and she desires power and/or immortality
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +0 / 1d6-2, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. Deep green spinel (160 gp). Jade (160 gp). Sard (40 gp).
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