Sapply Tarkelby, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.
Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Sapply was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he has passion for adventuring and risk
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 340 gp.
Cask Of Ivory, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She is a husky woman, who is dressed in a clean pastel cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her cinnamon fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are blue.
Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Since her mother passed away years ago, her father 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. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world
Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnoll, Infernal, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Hatae Sharps, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This younger middle-aged woman wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and a wedding ring on her left hand. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her eyes are a pleasant violet.
Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.
History: She got into the Fletcher business at a young age. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 4 years.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and wishes to resurrect an old love
Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: In love, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Dwarven, Undercommon, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +6
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).
Smoking Prim Posies, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears a brown vest and prefers black and green shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She is portly but not overly obese. Her cinnamon fur is singed and shortened. Her copper eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She is afraid of women and trembles around them
History: Smoking 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. In her 10th year, her parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Smoking alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Smoking was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the giants.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of giants
Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 3 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 19 (+4) | 6 (-2) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +6
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 70 gp. Coral (100 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp).
Arannis Raethran, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.
History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has worked as a Spy like his father before him.
Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Spy
Voice: Middle-eastern accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Aquan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, 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: Just what you see.
Markosian Abstract, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, tan shirt, and pastel tie. She carries a battered whip and tarnished sickle as well. Her long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.
Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.
History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tieflings in Markosian's homeland. Markosian decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Markosian 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.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Tiefling, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Auran
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Good lock.
Travok Frostbeard, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. He has amber eyes and a grey hat with a black feather.
Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.
History: Travok was born the youngest of three triplets. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Travok was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has since lost track of the people in his past.
Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage
Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Military, Religious. Occupation: Actor
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 1600 sp.
Doudra Lhamboldennish, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. She has done her best to style her red crest to look like a famous performer. Her eyes are a pleasant gold.
Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her mother.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.
Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the west; and to find somewhere to settle down
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Dutch accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Goblin, Orc
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 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Ahvain Iranapha, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: Revenge; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 280 gp.
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