Shamash Pfaphnyrennish, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He is a mite stocky and dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has moderate length blue crest. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: Shamash 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... The war was a terrible time for him, and Shamash does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Shamash reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he loathes his own lifestyle
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Hugolina Altham, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She prefers to wear flannel. She is an epitome of beauty. Her auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. Her skin is flawless and her hazel eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.
History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. 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 south; and many illithids want her driven away
Ideals: Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 100 sp. 1 Banded mail.
Rieta Light, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. Her silver hair is heavily combed to the left. Her white eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
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. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Rieta is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.
History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.
Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and revenge
Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Guard
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Tiefling, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate.
Panana Fapplestamp, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a worn and beaten armor. She carries with her a set of sickles on her belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. Her chestnut hair is braided into rings. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.
Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.
History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Being born in the east, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the east for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way west. She has since lost track of the people in her past.
Motivation: An old rival family wants her found.
Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Dilettante
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'6") Gnome, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 1000 sp. Golden pearl (120 gp). 7 Acid flasks.
Trey Amakiir, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are brown and catlike.
Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.
History: Gifted from a young age, Trey studied abroad. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.
Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.
Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Jamaican accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 130 gp.
Harvest Paws, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This northern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her red fur is long and unkept. Her amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She works hard and plays hard.
History: Harvest was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day
Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Bookbinder
Voice: Boston accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 250 gp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Thervan Liadon, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Sage who has hired him part-time. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.
History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often.
Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Old Prospector
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 20 (+5) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +7 / 1d4+5, Grapple +5
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 20 gp. Tourmaline (60 gp).
Gilthur Goldfinder, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears long strands of emerald and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. 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 quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gilthur was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.
Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Shepherd
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'4") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 14 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Silgre Weston, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is a mite stocky and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.
Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.
History: A powerful brothel owner made her what she is. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dwarven companion (her 'brother'). 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's looking for her big break; and meet up once more with her childhood friend
Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Cold and demanding tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Half-Orc, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 5 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc, Gnome, Celestial
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
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