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Havilar Mohradyllion, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]

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Description: She is a mite stocky and wears a black coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon her head. She keeps her brass crest in a pixie cut. 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 happy with her job as a Jeweler. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: The child of southern immigrants she idolized her father. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Jeweler.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Aggressive tone

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Havilar Mohradyllion, Female Dragonborn Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)8 (-1) 15 (+2)17 (+3) 11 (+0)13 (+1)
Skills Performance +3, Religion +5
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Druidic, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1353000000

Possessions: 60 gp.


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Rangrim Torevir, Male Dwarf [Permalink]

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Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Soapmaker. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He uses divination through singing.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the south. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He has worked as a Soapmaker like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

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Rangrim Torevir, Male Dwarf Sorcerer 1
Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
16 (+3)11 (+0) 16 (+3)15 (+2) 12 (+1)7 (-2)
Skills Animal Handling +3, Performance +0
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Infernal, Terran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day12530000

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.


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Kite Shoe, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]

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Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. She has dyed her greying cinnamon fur a little too much giving a sharp cinnamon color. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Cook born in the past three hundred years. 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: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered west to less war torn lands. She has taken up work as a Cook and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Scottish accent

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Kite Shoe, Female Tabaxi Sorcerer 2
Medium (5'5") Tabaxi, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
15 (+2)13 (+1) 11 (+0)12 (+1) 18 (+4)12 (+1)
Skills Animal Handling +6, Intimidation +3
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day11640

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.


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Nicholas Shipley, Male Human [Permalink]

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Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a sai on his belt, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His black hair is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Nicholas never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Scratchy, weak

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Nicholas Shipley, Male Human Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'7") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)10 (+0) 10 (+0)11 (+0) 9 (-1)11 (+0)
Skills Acrobatics +2, Sleight of Hand +2
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1053

Possessions: 80 gp. Sardonyx (30 gp).


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Travok Rakankrak, Male Dwarf [Permalink]

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Description: He likes to wear brown tank tops with grey pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his morningstar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Travok grew up listening to his father's many stories. Through the years after Travok was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Travok's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

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Travok Rakankrak, Male Dwarf Sorcerer 2
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
15 (+2)18 (+4) 14 (+2)14 (+2) 9 (-1)8 (-1)
Skills Acrobatics +6, Deception +1
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Dwarven, Undercommon, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1264000

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.


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Mardnab Pilwicken, Female Gnome [Permalink]

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Description: She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. She carries with her a set of clubs, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She has no hair. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Through the years after Mardnab was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Mardnab's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. 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. Mardnab fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Raspy

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Mardnab Pilwicken, Female Gnome Sorcerer 1
Small (3'2") Gnome, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)13 (+1) 15 (+2)10 (+0) 12 (+1)13 (+1)
Skills Perception +3, Persuasion +3
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day105

Possessions: Just what you see.


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Modean Ecstasy, Male Tiefling [Permalink]

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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Modean 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. After a long history of fighting, Modean and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Soft and mumbly

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Modean Ecstasy, Male Tiefling Sorcerer 2
Medium (5'1") Tiefling, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 7
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
9 (-1)5 (-3) 14 (+2)15 (+2) 10 (+0)12 (+1)
Skills Acrobatics -1, Survival +2
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Auran, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged -1 / 1d6-3, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day12640000

Possessions: 1800 sp. Rose (70 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp).


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Elizabeth Willoughby, Female Human [Permalink]

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Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull violet iron scale mail. She wears a colorful flower in her brown hair. Her eyes are likewise amber. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She has all her life been fascinated with singing.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Mercenary they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Unemployed, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sore throat, cough

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Elizabeth Willoughby, Female Human Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'10") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)16 (+3) 10 (+0)11 (+0) 10 (+0)13 (+1)
Skills Performance +3, Stealth +5
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1053

Possessions: 300 sp. Iolite (40 gp). 1 Small steel mirror.


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Nala Jerynomonis, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]

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Description: Standing 6'2", this woman wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her white crest is still thick. Her gold eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed green hat.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern gal figured out how to best use her charms to convince people to do what she wants. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

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. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Nala was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She has dedicated herself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Rolls R's

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Nala Jerynomonis, Female Dragonborn Sorcerer 3
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 16 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
11 (+0)9 (-1) 17 (+3)12 (+1) 17 (+3)14 (+2)
Skills Animal Handling +5, Religion +3
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +1 / 1d8-1, Grapple +0
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day11650

Possessions: 400 gp.


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