Richard Teinithra, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), marred by beers. His tied-back hair is silver. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Richard 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 Richard. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact
Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Half-Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, 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.
Pog Beren, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His eyes are likewise green.
Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.
History: Pog lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and doesn't want to be a mason and was forced into it by his family
Flaws: Insomniac, Lazy. Bonds: Family, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason
Voice: pre-pubescent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Moon Of Winter, Female Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears a pastel broad hat and pastel clothes. Her black fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her fierce yellow eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She receives visions of the future at random moments
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. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.
Motivation: She has a crush on the local Marshal; and doesn't want to be a junk dealer and was forced into it by her family
Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Junk Dealer
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Tabaxi, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 11 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Gnome, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 700 sp. 4 Antitoxin.
Anastrianna Ilphelkiir, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She prefers to wear tan clothing when she does not wear armor. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her hair is short and silver. Her ears are large.
Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.
History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Her childhood dream was to be a Shepherd, but she was a colossal failure. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: She has a crush on the local Shepherd; and balancing her hectic life and new animal trainer responsibilities is difficult
Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Animal Trainer
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 6 (-2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d4-1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 160 gp.
Arara Bohm, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her hair is cut close to her head. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.
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. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.
History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Body Guard they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Masseuse, and she later adopted a second son.
Motivation: To unite with her brother.
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Low range voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin, Infernal
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 |
Possessions: 700 sp.
Bûbol Clinton, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries with him a set of sais, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is auburn and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Sensitive, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cook
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Half-Orc, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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20 (+5) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +7 / 1d4+5, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +5
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Antrara Xephyrbahnor, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A moderately attractive woman, she is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. She wears her silver crest up. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.
History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. When Antrara reached her early adolescence her Dragonborn 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 has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and to be a bricklayer again
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job, Family. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 270 gp. Red spinel (110 gp). Jet (110 gp).
Damaia Sanctuary, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: This eastern woman wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her clothes are grease stained in places. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her silver eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.
History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the south. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east.
Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Tanner
Voice: Indian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Abyssal, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 310 gp. 3 Thunderstones.
Shamash Delmirev, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A 6'3" eastern man, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His crest is white and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.
Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.
History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When Shamash reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature, Military. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Hard of hearing, loud
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Dragonborn, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 cp.
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