Drogo Shipley, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Drogo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: Drogo hails from a village terrorized by goblins. At some point he was captured by goblins and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: Revenge.
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Jamaican accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 150 gp.
Buvvie Murnig, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: This western 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. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.
Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Buvvie isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Gnomish unity. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.
History: Buvvie lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Buvvie took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up rapier and armor she uses now. She has been saving her money to try and buy her brother's freedom.
Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and regain custody of her son
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Gnome, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Orc
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: 390 gp.
Morana Trollbleeder, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This woman is very fat, and prefers to wear brown clothing when she does not wear armor. Her hair is blonde and very short. She has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.
Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.
History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day.
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Actor
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (3'9") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, Abyssal, Undercommon, Celestial
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 140 pp.
Zedaar Norixius, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. At some point he was captured by goblins and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Zedaar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.
Motivation: Revenge; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge
Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Actor
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, 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: 400 sp.
Mantus Fear, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His silver hair is lengthy. His face is scarred and worn.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Sage. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and regain custody of his son
Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 6 (-2) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple -1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Reeza Digby, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This eastern woman is dressed in earthy colors with a white and brown handkerchief worn on her left side. Her clothes are grease stained in places. She has done her best to style her black hair to look like a famous performer. Her eyes are violet and beady.
Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.
History: Gifted from a young age, Reeza studied abroad. Reeza was born on a far eastern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Mayor. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: She feels threatened by others.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Half-Orc, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 110 gp. Red spinel (40 gp).
Bree Warmwater, Female Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A 2'9" southern woman, she dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Her head has been shaved. She has a tattooed face.
Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: Bree was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.
Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she has passion for adventuring and risk
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Soothing and warm
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'9") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Halfling, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 30 gp. Citrine (20 gp).
Pogranix Phrahdrandon, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. She has dyed her greying copper crest a little too much giving a sharp copper color. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: She has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Baker who has hired her part-time. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Performer. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.
Motivation: Elven compassion.
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 9 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 6 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Giant, Auran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +0 / 1d8-2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp. Brown-green garnet (50 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Jet (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Ernest Shipley, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.
Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ernest isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.
Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes
Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Hollow voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
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