Hatae Caerdonel, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She is physically well-built. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length white hair. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her singing with anyone who is interested.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. She has since lost track of the people in her past.
Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things.
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 3 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Gnoll, Goblin
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 90 gp.
Quarion Mellerelel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his blonde hair up. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.
Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.
History: Born in the north to a Miner, Quarion learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Quarion was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Miner. He's also a talented Spice Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he's repulsed by the pc
Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 400 sp. Malachite (10 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Ahrim Rise, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. 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: Ahrim was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Through the years after Ahrim was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Ahrim's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Russian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Tiefling, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 19 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Aquan
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, 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: 600 sp.
Eldeth Torevir, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She is generally shirtless and showing off her tattooed chest. Her auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady violet eyes.
Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she has passion for adventuring and risk
Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler
Voice: Speaks with lips pursed
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 13 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 18 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, Ignan, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +0 / 1d6-2, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield.
Roondar Munggen, Male Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His brown hair is still thick. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He feeds upon the attention of others.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Roondar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Roondar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.
Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, In love. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 16 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Celestial
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d6-2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 2000 cp.
Rieta Flair, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: A plain young-adult woman, she is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. Her hair is dark red and curly. Her white eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: Rieta is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.
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. After coming to the age of reason, Rieta took it upon herself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.
Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Tiefling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Infernal, Goblin, Orc
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 |
Possessions: 6000 cp.
River In the Morning, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She has a missing right leg. She is typically in her Brewer uniform. Her gray fur is heavily combed to the right. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: River speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. She is clearly well-traveled and educated. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.
History: She got into the Brewer business at a young age. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: To be a Stylist again; and expand her business
Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 19 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 4000 cp.
Spear Wind, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: She wears tattered old clothes, and she perpetually has her axe ready. Her long orange fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her face is scarred and worn.
Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.
History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. Being a Apothecary kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and she's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Tabaxi, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Celestial, Druidic, Terran
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. Blue quartz (12 gp).
Kite Of Storm, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her orange fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.
History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. A freak accident while working with her Miner father left her crippled. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kite fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Carpenter
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +6 / 1d4+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Smokesticks.
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