Hillanot Mohradyllion, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An older woman who wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, she is not a threatening figure. Her white crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She has red eyes and a black hat with a blue feather.
Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She works hard and plays hard.
History: Hillanot lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hillanot 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.
Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Hedonist, PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Herbalist
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 90 gp.
Oskar Silverstone, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has money and likes to spend it
Flaws: Shy, Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Thunderstones.
Keyleth Dalanthan, Female Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She carries a battered scimitar and tarnished rapier as well. She wears a feathered hat to hide her balding. Her brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.
History: Keyleth was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Keyleth 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.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Hard of hearing, loud
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon, Druidic
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 4000 cp. 3 Holy water.
Gurdis Loderr, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears a grey vest and prefers tan and violet shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She has shaved her head bald. Her eyes are likewise amber. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.
History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.
Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Laborer
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 4000 cp. Pink pearl (160 gp).
Uthemar Berevan, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This younger middle-aged man wears bulky blue painted plate armor, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is scarred and worn.
Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Uthemar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.
History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.
Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and nothing but the best is good enough for him
Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 5 (-3) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 7 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Immeral Blumenthal, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a violet coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.
Personality: Immeral 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 misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.
History: Born in the south to a Unemployed, Immeral learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Unemployed. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Unemployed responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Half-Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Dayereth Suithrasas, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His green eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is harsh and unforgiving.
History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Dayereth liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.
Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Doctor responsibilities is difficult; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Scandinavian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 1 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 5 (-3) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
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 | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 2000 cp.
Zedaar Bhenkumbyrznaax, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His bronze crest has been sun bleached extensively. He has red eyes and a green hat with a white feather.
Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Zedaar grew up listening to his father's many stories. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion
Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 3000 cp.
Shava Leeming, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. Her blonde hair is wavy and long. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines green.
Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. The war was a terrible time for her, and Shava does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. When Shava reached her early adolescence her Half-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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Druidic, Orc
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +1 / 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: 70 gp.
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