Torbera Bofdann, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a brown shirt, with a tan mid length skirt with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her silver hair is greasy and uncared for. Her violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes goblins are coming to abduct people. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.
History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Torbera was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. In her 19th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by goblins. Torbera was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the goblins.
Motivation: She wants revenge against goblins; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge
Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Cook
Voice: pre-pubescent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 8 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 18 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Carnelian (40 gp).
Drifting Running, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. She has styled her red fur well, parting it to the right. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: Drifting hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her poetry career. The occasional robbery is her preferred attention getting crime, but she mainly uses her means for meeting her own perverse desires.
History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Drifting grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Drifting. She has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.
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 has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day
Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Giant, Goblin
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 240 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp).
Windy In the Morning, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. Her cinnamon fur is greasy and uncared for. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.
Personality: She is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though she does not identify as such. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Hunter arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.
Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk.
Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Druidic, Aquan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 160 gp.
Thamior Remein, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender man wears skinny pants and wears a yellow and red robe with the hood down. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Thamior never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.
Motivation: Money/treasure.
Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Barber
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial, Goblin
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 3000 cp.
Raer Koehlanna, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a husky man, who tends to wear a large tan jacket. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are blue and catlike.
Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out
Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Slave, Job, Family. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven, Giant, 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 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Hillanot Kimbatuul, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: She wears silk and lounges about seductively. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her bronze crest is lengthy. She wears a mask on her face.
Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.
History: Hillanot was born with her mother's beautiful face. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Human companion (her 'brother'). She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is her passion
Bonds: Attractive, Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 60 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (100 gp).
Oolah Windsor, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This woman wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on her right hand. Her chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her eyes are green and beady.
Personality: She is a woman who does what she needs to. She will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.
History: Her psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her psionic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Weaver and was forced into it by her family.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: Pronounces O like U
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Half-Orc, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Nutae Withrethin, Male Elf [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 is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has no hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.
Personality: Nutae is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is harsh and unforgiving.
History: Nutae was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle
Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
Medrash Wystongjiir, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has dyed his greying white crest a little too much giving a sharp white color. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is harsh and unforgiving.
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. After a long history of fighting, Medrash and his spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 19 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 600 sp.
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