Rael Siannodel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This malnourished man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.
Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.
History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.
Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 160 gp.
Delg Bofdann, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He is baby faced.
Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He works hard and plays hard.
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. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Hedonist, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: French accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'4") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 4 (-3) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 7
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, Goblin, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
| 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.
Vaina Teinithra, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears an entirely tan suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Her moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.
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. When Vaina reached her early adolescence her Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.
Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Orc artifacts is her passion; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Bookbinder
Voice: Boston accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 17 (+3) | 6 (-2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin, Abyssal, Druidic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Silk rope.
Pennie Fastfoot, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She wears her chestnut hair down. Her eyes are gray and she is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.
History: Pennie 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. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pennie 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 meet up once more with her childhood friend
Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Middle-eastern accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Druidic, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Shadow Of Wine, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She is scrawny and has patchy brown fur. She tends to wear a pastel poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. She has a hunchback. She sports a flattop fur cut. Her eyes are green and catlike.
Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Shadow abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has dedicated herself to building a better world.
Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and meet up once more with her childhood friend
Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Quick In the Wind, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This southern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. Her beige fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. Her fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.
History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dwarven companion (her 'brother'). She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Tabaxi, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 350 gp.
Gilthur Battlehammer, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This malnourished man wears a grey shirt with thin violet vertical stripes and grey pants. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise hazel.
Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Low range voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Druidic, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp. Coral (50 gp).
Beloril Hammerstone, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged man, he very much looks the part of a Mayor, and is pretty ugly. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are brown and beady.
Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Animal Trainer profession.
History: Beloril was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Beloril grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Beloril. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Animal Trainer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.
Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and expand his business
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'1") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 13 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 7 (-2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnome, Undercommon, Auran
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 |
Possessions: 150 gp. Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp).
Shivering Of Ale, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time. His yellow fur is knotted and matted. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He takes great joy in being the best Slave Trader in town.
History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He's also a talented Priest, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: To be a Priest again.
Flaws: Secretive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc, Giant
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 gp. Carnelian (20 gp). 1 Superior lock. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Backpack.
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