Cressel Anger, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He has a missing right leg. He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is scarred and worn.
Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. 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 seems to be bored by most things.
Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 15 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 6 (-2) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 100 gp. Smoky quartz (40 gp).
Adrik Trollbleeder, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is an epitome of beauty. He has a very tight haircut. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.
History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 mingles about in high society.
Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and money/treasure
Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Sylvan, 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.
Uadjit Daardendrian, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her green crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. Her eyes are likewise red. Her teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.
History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.
Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs
Flaws: Shy, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 7
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 5 (-3) | 7 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged -1 / 1d4-3, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Nicor Divinity, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 6'0". He is dressed in an above average manner, and his gloved hand is found clutching a club. He has dyed his greying dark red hair a little too much giving a sharp dark red color. His white eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He invites people to come help in his community garden.
History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.
Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante
Voice: Scandinavian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 20 (+5) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Orc, Auran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, 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: 800 sp.
Koeth McLeod, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He dresses well, wearing yellow shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise blue.
Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.
History: He was born in a small island village. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.
Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.
Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Cartwright
Voice: Gruff and masculine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Half-Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp).
Aasathra Vangdondalor, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. She carries with her a set of tridents, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her crest is cut close to her head. Her red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: Aasathra lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her mother worked until she suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. She had to support her now crippled mother and took her mother's old job. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.
Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage
Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Dragonborn, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d4+4, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
Eiravel Selevarun, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. He has brown eyes and a blue hat with a violet feather.
Personality: Eiravel is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.
History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel 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 nothing but the best is good enough for him
Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Beast Peak, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is in excellent shape and is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and green handkerchief worn on her left side. Her fur is short and orange. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep yellow.
Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. The war was a terrible time for her, and Beast does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Beast was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by orcs. Beast was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the orcs.
Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle.
Ideals: Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter
Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnoll, Druidic
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 350 gp.
Delg Brawnanvil, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He stands about 4'3" and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.
Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Delg was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Delg's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Delg and his spouse have recently divorced.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage
Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Occupation: Miller
Voice: Mousy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Ignan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 220 gp. Moonstone (20 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Iolite (20 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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