Decarabia Dischord, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears silk and lounges about seductively. Her chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Her eyes are silver and catlike.
Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.
History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.
Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Butcher
Voice: Soothing and warm
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Tiefling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Halfling, Auran, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 180 gp.
Raer Qualanthri, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His eyes are green and catlike.
Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Raer's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: Raer 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 he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Raer took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.
Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants to meet his childhood hero
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bather
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 19 (+4) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Robbie Kettlewhistle, Female Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She usually wears her white robe and has her bow always slung over her shoulder. She carries with her a set of bows on her belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. She keeps her silver hair in a pixie cut. She is baby faced.
Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She feeds upon the attention of others.
History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. At a young age her father died while driving off some giants. Her mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in bow use. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: Revenge; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Carter
Voice: Slurs words
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Druidic, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +1 / 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 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 sp.
Mialee Liadon, Female Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She has a missing right leg. She wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She wears her black hair up. Her amber eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing singing.
History: Born in the north her family was never financially stable. Through the years after Mialee was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Mialee's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Server they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Masseuse, and she later adopted a second son.
Motivation: To reunite with her absent mother.
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial, Abyssal, Ignan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Antitoxin. 2 Alchemist’s fire. 3 Tanglefoot bags.
Flame Wind, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length brown fur. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across
History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Flame 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 Flame. Being a Ploughman kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Farmer accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Ermina Garcia, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has styled her red hair well, parting it to the left. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are green.
Personality: She is happy with her job as a Servant. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.
History: Her druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Servant work with an outfit from a few towns over. Servant work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 6 years.
Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Servant
Voice: Stutters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Half-Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 7 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +1 / 1d8-1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Pikar Reedfellow, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are blue.
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. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.
History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Pikar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature axe.
Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'2") Halfling, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling, Infernal
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, 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: 700 sp.
Dayereth Lepus, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a yellow collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His ears are large.
Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.
History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Tailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the east
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Tailor
Voice: Switch between two voices
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
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: 60 gp.
Sariel Adler, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with violet colored cloaks and clothing. She is portly but not overly obese. Her long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.
Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Sariel grew up listening to her mother's many stories. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Weaver and was forced into it by her family; and to unite with her sister
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Rich, Family. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Infernal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 320 gp.
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