Leshanna Nailo, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. She wears a simple yellow robe with black stripes complete with hood. She has a hunchback. Her white hair is lengthy. She wears a mask on her face.
Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.
History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Leshanna liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.
Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Nature. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Shanairla Arnuanna, Female Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This southern woman wears a robe, a symbol of luck around her neck, and a glaive on her belt. Her clothes are grease stained in places. She wears her auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her eyes are a pleasant blue.
Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Shanairla will drive conversation. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.
History: Shanairla 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. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature glaive.
Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and meet up once more with her childhood friend
Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 400 sp.
Salasar Delmirev, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He has moderate length copper crest. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Spice Merchant profession.
History: He got into the Apothecary business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Apothecary soon after.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Aquan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 gp.
Tharivol Fasharash, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tharivol was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 160 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (50 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Norsko Pinkerton, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
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 tight fitting black shirt and pants. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.
History: Norsko was born with his mother's beautiful face. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a bookbinder again
Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Priest
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'9") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Goblin, Abyssal, Druidic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 10000 cp.
Lezre Wordsworth, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This tall, slender woman wears a black vest and prefers tan and pastel shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Her golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her eyes are likewise blue. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She is fiercely devoted to her father, and views her father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-sister.
History: She was born in the south. Lezre was born on a far southern plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Tanner. She has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Tanner
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Half-Orc, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 1600 sp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Peridot (60 gp).
Silent Prim Posies, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has done his best to style his brown fur to look like a famous performer. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.
Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. After a long history of fighting, Silent and his spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Tabaxi, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Banded mail.
Manea Art, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. Her hair is white and curly. Her fierce black eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.
History: She got into the Bricklayer business at a young age. 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: She seems to be bored by most things; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-orc people
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane, Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bricklayer
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Tim Holton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.
Personality: Tim wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 1900 sp.
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