Halimath Cithreth, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed trident, just in case. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Halimath abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he desires power and/or immortality
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Shipwright
Voice: Irish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Ignan, Celestial, Terran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 80 gp. 2 Antitoxin.
Rolf Pinkerton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and green robe with the hood down. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His green eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He uses divination through singing.
History: Born in the north to a Animal Trainer, Rolf learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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 Animal Trainer. He now spends his time doing works of charity.
Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to be a navigator again
Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer
Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Human, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 7
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 5 (-3) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged -1 / 1d4-3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 50 gp.
Einkil Orcfoe, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.
History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Through the years after Einkil was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Einkil's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and he is content
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Family. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'11") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 15 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 19 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Dwarven, Abyssal, Gnome, Auran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 180 gp.
Megren Sumnarghthrysh, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sellsword. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. Her crest is scarlet and curly. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.
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. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her.
Ideals: Impeccable, Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Geva Thorpe, Female Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, 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 hair is cut close to her head. Her fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.
History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.
Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.
Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Performer
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Karg Pinkerton, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has wavy chestnut hair. His eyes are blue.
Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.
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. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. He now owns his own business.
Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is unsatisfied with his job
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sailor
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 2000 cp.
Dynamic Treat, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His fur is white, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are likewise hazel.
Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.
History: He got into the Shoemaker business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Tanner, but he got bored and became a Shoemaker. He has achieved small success as a Shoemaker.
Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and regain custody of his son
Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Shoemaker
Voice: Russian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Dwarven, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1800 sp.
Anthony Ogden, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
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 wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Anthony abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he desires power and/or immortality
Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Courier
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 7 (-2) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple -2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 110 gp.
Harvest Thunder, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with pastel lining and desert motifs. His cinnamon fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.
History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Harvest abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a deep hatred of brigands
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Sylvan, Dwarven
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: 40 gp.
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