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Beatrice Amakiir, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She has slicked back chestnut hair. Her eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Her psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the west were limited. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

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Beatrice Amakiir, Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'3") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)8 (-1) 15 (+2)13 (+1) 13 (+1)16 (+3)
Skills Animal Handling +3, Nature +3
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Giant
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day115300

Possessions: 1000 cp. Violet garnet (200 gp).


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Sweet Shore, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His fur is white, silky, and of moderate length. He has green eyes and a pastel hat with a white feather.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Blacksmith like his mother before him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Blacksmith responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Breathy voice

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Sweet Shore, Male Tabaxi Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'8") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
8 (-1)16 (+3) 13 (+1)16 (+3) 14 (+2)14 (+2)
Skills Medicine +4, Survival +4
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Abyssal, Goblin, Terran
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day135300000

Possessions: 90 gp. Coral (110 gp).


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Rurik Graybeard, Male Dwarf [Permalink]

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Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries a battered monstrous two handed axe and tarnished sickle as well. His hair is short and auburn. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Farmer accent

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Rurik Graybeard, Male Dwarf Sorcerer 4
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 21 (4d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
9 (-1)18 (+4) 16 (+3)11 (+0) 12 (+1)14 (+2)
Skills Athletics +1, Perception +3
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d10-1, Ranged +6 / 1d10+4, Grapple +4
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1066

Possessions: 100 gp.


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Fargas Nimblefingers, Male Halfling [Permalink]

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Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Architect. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He works hard and plays hard.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. 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 Architect. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Dark and ominous

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Fargas Nimblefingers, Male Halfling Sorcerer 2
Small (3'2") Halfling, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)12 (+1) 15 (+2)10 (+0) 12 (+1)7 (-2)
Skills Arcana +2, Sleight of Hand +3
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day106

Possessions: 8000 cp.


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Jasmine Nimblefingers, Female Halfling [Permalink]

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Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a white coat. She sports chestnut long hair. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Jasmine 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 was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

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Jasmine Nimblefingers, Female Halfling Sorcerer 2
Small (2'11") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 4 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
9 (-1)16 (+3) 9 (-1)16 (+3) 18 (+4)9 (-1)
Skills Arcana +5, Medicine +6
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Halfling, Orc, Goblin, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day136400000

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.


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Ashgarn Garrick, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]

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Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is baby faced.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Ashgarn embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Orcs. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

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Ashgarn Garrick, Male Half-Orc Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'1") Half-Orc, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
14 (+2)9 (-1) 14 (+2)12 (+1) 13 (+1)14 (+2)
Skills Deception +4, Medicine +3
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day11530

Possessions: 20 gp.


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Raam Ambition, Male Tiefling [Permalink]

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Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are black and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He worked as a nervous Masseuse and found it very stressful. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Nature, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Indian accent

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Raam Ambition, Male Tiefling Sorcerer 2
Medium (6'0") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)17 (+3) 15 (+2)12 (+1) 10 (+0)20 (+5)
Skills History +3, Survival +2
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day11640

Possessions: 380 gp.


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Isabella Stanton, Female Human [Permalink]

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Description: She is lean but muscular and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her red hair is matted, messy, and big. She has green eyes and a brown hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. In her youth she was a Banker, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger brother on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. 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. Isabella fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Stutters

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Isabella Stanton, Female Human Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'11") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
14 (+2)13 (+1) 13 (+1)7 (-2) 6 (-2)7 (-2)
Skills Religion +0, Sleight of Hand +3
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day8

Possessions: 140 gp.


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Lone Wing, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: She is wearing a tight pastel one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and carries scythes. She keeps her long brown fur kept up in a rat tail. She has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

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 happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Map Maker arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

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Lone Wing, Female Tabaxi Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'2") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)10 (+0) 12 (+1)15 (+2) 11 (+0)18 (+4)
Skills Perception +2
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Sylvan, Giant
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day12530000

Possessions: 20 gp.


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