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Olrok Colby, Male Half-Orc [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 dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a black coat with green slacks. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Olrok was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks in third person

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Olrok Colby, Male Half-Orc Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'5") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)13 (+1) 16 (+3)12 (+1) 15 (+2)9 (-1)
Skills Religion +3, Sleight of Hand +3
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Aquan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day11530

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.


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Great Peak, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His fur is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: This man loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: To protect his home; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Military, Family, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: pre-pubescent

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Great Peak, Male Tabaxi Sorcerer 2
Medium (6'10") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)18 (+4) 13 (+1)13 (+1) 12 (+1)16 (+3)
Skills Perception +3, Performance +5
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day116400

Possessions: 600 sp. 3 Holy water.


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Spring Of Storm, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She sports a flattop fur cut. Her skin is flawless and her hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Courier born in the past three hundred years. She uses divination through singing.

History: Spring was born with her father's beautiful face. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. She came across an abandoned tomb where she found a relic that called out to her. After picking it up she was cursed by unlife.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Irish accent

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Spring Of Storm, Female Tabaxi Sorcerer 2
Medium (5'6") Tabaxi, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
10 (+0)10 (+0) 12 (+1)14 (+2) 11 (+0)18 (+4)
Skills Insight +2, Perception +2
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1264000

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Everburning torch.


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Adelard Norton, Male Human [Permalink]

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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears professional attire. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Adelard was born with his father's beautiful face. 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 Merchant. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

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Adelard Norton, Male Human Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'2") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)14 (+2) 16 (+3)13 (+1) 9 (-1)14 (+2)
Skills Deception +4, Insight +1
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day115300

Possessions: 40 gp.


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Qemuel Murder, Male Tiefling [Permalink]

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Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Marshal, and carries hand crossbows. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Qemuel took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Spits words with contempt

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Qemuel Murder, Male Tiefling Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'10") Tiefling, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
9 (-1)10 (+0) 13 (+1)13 (+1) 15 (+2)16 (+3)
Skills Persuasion +5, Survival +4
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day115300

Possessions: 1000 cp.


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Efferil Flows, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is physically well-built. His red hair is thinning but still full. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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 drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Efferil alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Efferil was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Military, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

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Efferil Flows, Male Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'11") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)15 (+2) 14 (+2)17 (+3) 13 (+1)12 (+1)
Skills Animal Handling +3, Religion +5
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Draconic, Aquan, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1353000000

Possessions: 40 gp.


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Nuraval Holderhek, Male Dwarf [Permalink]

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Description: He stands about 4'5" and wears brown trousers with grey and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is black and curly. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Nuraval was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Jeweler. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

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Nuraval Holderhek, Male Dwarf Sorcerer 1
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 8 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
15 (+2)12 (+1) 18 (+4)9 (-1) 16 (+3)11 (+0)
Skills History +1, Survival +5
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day9

Possessions: 50 gp.


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Antinua Dalanthan, Female Elf [Permalink]

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Description: She very much looks the part of a Bather. She is portly but not overly obese. Her chestnut hair is lengthy. Her brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She is always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: She was raised in a forest tribe. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. She has worked as a Bather like her father before her.

Motivation: Expand her business; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is her passion

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Guardian, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: American accent

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Antinua Dalanthan, Female Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'0") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
15 (+2)17 (+3) 14 (+2)11 (+0) 14 (+2)17 (+3)
Skills Investigation +2, Nature +2
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1053

Possessions: 150 gp. Amber (90 gp).


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Wiggan High-hill, Male Halfling [Permalink]

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Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is dressed in an above average manner. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Locksmith who has hired him part-time. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

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 has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He struck the Locksmith job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Job, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Whispers

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Wiggan High-hill, Male Halfling Sorcerer 1
Small (3'4") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 16
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)20 (+5) 8 (-1)16 (+3) 8 (-1)8 (-1)
Skills Intimidation +1, Stealth +7
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Halfling, Druidic, Celestial, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +7 / 1d4+5, Grapple +5
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day135300000

Possessions: Just what you see.


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