Shax Vice, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears just a green suit. She has wavy purple hair. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.
Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. 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: Shax was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.
Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and her religion dominates her actions
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Dilettante
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Druidic, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, 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 |
Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Puyet Milton, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She wears baggy black pantaloons and a tan scarf. She carries with her a set of shields, each one with a amber on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.
History: Puyet was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Puyet fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To end her boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Spy
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Half-Orc, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 18 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Jane Tiltathana, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. With wild brown hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.
Personality: She is fixated on the number 100. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: Jane was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.
Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs
Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Half-Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon, Draconic, Halfling
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Herleva Ashton, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Her white hair is cut short. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her green eyes.
Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She is a great chef.
History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. After coming to the age of reason, Herleva took it upon herself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She was granted arcane powers by her dying brother.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Butcher and was forced into it by her family.
Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Butcher
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Giant, Goblin
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (50 gp).
Frederick Ogden, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a grey coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.
History: Frederick lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.
Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Terran, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 90 gp. Chrysoberyl (60 gp).
Sun Of Claws, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged woman, she is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright pastel and blue, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, and is pretty ugly. She has no fur. Her amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.
History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. Being a Shoemaker kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and half-elven compassion
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Shoemaker
Voice: Dutch accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnoll
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 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Stacee High-hill, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a tight fitting red shirt and pants. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. Her red hair is heavily combed to the left. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She takes great joy in being the best Armorer in town.
History: She got into the Armorer business at a young age. In her youth she was a Miller, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger sister on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. She struck the Armorer job and began her own company from there.
Motivation: Gnomish compassion; and balancing her hectic life and new armorer responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, PTSD, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Rolls R's
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Halfling, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling, Ignan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 1800 sp. Iolite (50 gp). White pearl (130 gp). Iolite (50 gp). 1 Half-Plate.
Phelaia Belief, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She wears skinny pants and wears a black and green robe with the hood down. She carries with her a set of clubs on her belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She wears a colorful flower in her dark red hair. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic woman, Phelaia's first love is herself. Her second love is also herself. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.
History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Phelaia fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for her
Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: French accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Tiefling, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +0 / 1d6-2, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 310 gp.
Fargrim Rumnaheim, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears professional attire. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.
Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bounty Hunter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fisher they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Bounty Hunter, and he later adopted a second son.
Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.
Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Poor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: Shortens vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Halfling, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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