Namfoodle Gobblefirn, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and black handkerchief worn on his right side. He is physically well-built. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.
History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a locksmith again
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Relaxed voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 260 gp. 1 Chain shirt.
Rosamund Nagel, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 5'4", this woman wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has green eyes.
Personality: She is fixated on the number 82. 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. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.
History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Apothecary. She has since lost track of the people in her past.
Motivation: Expand her business.
Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Slave, Family. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Dwarven, Auran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 280 gp.
Hrathy Cornish, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She has a dull look in her green eyes.
Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She is afraid of women and trembles around them
History: When she was but 5 years old her parents immigrated from the east. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.
Motivation: To clean up the streets.
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Poor, Guardian, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Orc, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 30 gp. Hematite (14 gp). 4 Tanglefoot bags.
Modean Bright, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His ears are large.
Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He invites people to come help in his community garden.
History: Modean was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sage hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants to meet his childhood hero
Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Tiefling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 13 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Rurik Stoutale, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.
Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Scribe born in the past three hundred years. He is a great chef.
History: He got into the Scribe business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Rurik took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a masseuse again
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Rolls R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 1500 sp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp). 1 Good lock.
Osah Clever, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: This woman wears skinny pants and wears a black and yellow robe with the hood down. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her dark red hair is braided into rings. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: She thrives on attention. She does whatever is in her power to gain the attention of whomever she deems a fit date. 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: Osah was born the youngest of three triplets. She has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Fisher they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Beggar, and she later adopted a second son.
Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Beggar
Voice: Voice breaks
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, 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: 20 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp).
Alston Ironhide, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tan feathered hat and tan clothes. He has wavy silver hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.
Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.
History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. He now owns his own business.
Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and to end his boredom
Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Gnome, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 14 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Rosamund Roscoe, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Her golden hair is cut short. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rosamund grew up listening to her mother's many stories. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.
Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to settle down with her crush
Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Criminal record, Guardian. Occupation: Roofer
Voice: Raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 2 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Quillathe Fasharash, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. She carries a battered shortbow and tarnished greatsword as well. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her eyes are a pleasant brown.
Personality: Quillathe hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her painting career. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.
History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Like her father and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Carter. She has never given up on her painting dream.
Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and to be a tanner again
Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Forgetful, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Carter
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 8 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, 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 | 9 |
Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Bullseye lantern.
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