Therlin Bigtoe, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 4'3" and is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She enjoys reading and quiet.
History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Therlin learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. While she appears to be a normal Dwarf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She tends to her Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by her family; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Dutch accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Dwarven, Infernal, Terran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Tharivol Horineth, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a husky man, who is wearing a long, tan cloak. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and money/treasure
Ideals: Justice, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Strong lisp
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Superior lock.
Naivara Lathalas, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She is a mite stocky and wears dull violet sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. She has done her best to style her brown hair to look like a famous performer. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.
History: Born to a Carter, her father struggled to pay the bills. A serious injury left her father unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm father. She tends to her Armorer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.
Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wishes to resurrect an old love
Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Job, Poor, Debt, In love. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Hard of hearing, loud
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 4 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 6 (-2) | 9 (-1) | 18 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan, Terran, Druidic, Goblin
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +0 / 1d6-2, Grapple -1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 14 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 230 gp.
Alain Hogcollar, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She has green eyes.
Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.
History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: To be a Merchant again; and expand her business
Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Switch between two voices
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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6 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d6-2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 1 Silver holy symbol.
Halander Quickstep, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a red cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.
History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'1") Halfling, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple -1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 120 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (170 gp).
Wymar Dmitriyev, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A 5'4" southern man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the right. His brown eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Cartwright business.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge
Ideals: Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Cartwright
Voice: Loud with bravado
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 8 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 6 (-2) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome, Draconic
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 sp.
Direcris Daardendrian, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He dresses like a well dressed Cook does. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brass crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.
Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.
History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. Direcris was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Direcris decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Cook for the past few years.
Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Cook
Voice: Voice breaks
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Maiathah Mellerelel, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This malnourished woman wears a tan coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon her head. Her brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her eyes are green and she is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: She is fixated on the number 15. 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. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.
History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and she desires to right it.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Gnome, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, 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: 300 sp.
Seven Of Clay, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears tattered old clothes. His fur is black and curly. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Interpreter. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.
History: Seven was born the youngest of three triplets. 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. Seven took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and doesn't want to be a interpreter and was forced into it by his family
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 3 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 19 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 1700 sp.
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