Oppleby Fabblestabble, Male Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries a battered bow and tarnished axe as well. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
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 no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.
History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.
Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content
Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Laborer
Voice: Smooth and feminine
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Gnome, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Terran, Giant, Druidic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 130 gp.
Thomas Lester, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This malnourished man wears dull brown sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed mace, just in case. His white hair is braided into rings. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thomas will drive conversation. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.
History: Thomas lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Server, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dyer and was forced into it by his family; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Dyer
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 12 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Aquan, Halfling
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 3100 sp.
Maynild Caerdonel, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, tan shirt, and green tie. Her long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her eyes are likewise hazel. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.
History: She was born in the east. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is content
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 800 sp.
Cory Othronus, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He is an epitome of beauty. His auburn hair is cut short. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.
History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Cory took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.
Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Half-Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial
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: Coral (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.
Lewis Heiser, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his flail, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He wears his brown hair up. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Lewis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lewis 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 to clean up the streets
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 40 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp).
Uthemar Liadon, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.
History: Uthemar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Uthemar has worked very hard to control his curse. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to raise his children well
Ideals: Opinionated, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Soothing and warm
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
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: 160 gp. 1 Buckler.
Harriet Jamjar, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a white costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on her torso. She wears a Stetson hat to cover her moderate length brown hair. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.
History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Harriet has worked very hard to control her curse. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.
Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world
Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Pronounces O like U
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Halfling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Aquan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Cecily Cooper, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She has slicked back white hair. Her eyes are violet and she is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.
History: Cecily 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. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. 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 feels kind of lost in life; and she has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Farmer accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +5
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Direcris Hshhsstoroth, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a fancy black suit. His blue crest is still thick. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.
Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.
History: He was born in a small desert village. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and money/treasure
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Miller
Voice: Pronounces O like U
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc, Druidic, Infernal
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, 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: 60 gp.
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