Bruz Southey, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He carries with him a set of kukris, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is lengthy. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 15. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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. Bruz fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Half-Orc, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 13 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Orc, Aquan, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Ront Morton, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His hair is short and auburn. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Ruler business.
History: Ront was born with his mother's beautiful face. Through the years after Ront was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Ront's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Ruler
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'9") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 15 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 5 |
Possessions: 17000 cp.
Ombul Bigheart, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a white coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.
History: He was raised in a forest tribe. Ombul 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 bought a sai and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's looking for his big break
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Scratchy, weak
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'0") Halfling, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 8 (3d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Draconic, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +6 / 1d8+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. Rose (60 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). 1 Healer’s kit.
Nicholas Everleigh, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson grey hat.
Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.
History: Nicholas was born the youngest of three triplets. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.
Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Giant, Aquan, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, 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: Iolite (40 gp).
Burto Warmwater, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears his blonde hair up. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: He was raised by priests from a young age. 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.
Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and regain custody of his son
Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Family, Military, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Mason
Voice: Mousy voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'3") Halfling, Chaotic Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling, Gnoll, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Roondar Nopenstallen, Male Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. His head has been shaved. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.
History: Born to a Masseuse, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he's repulsed by the pc
Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Miller
Voice: Irish accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, Chaotic Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 6 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 16
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 |
Possessions: 3000 cp.
Kilvar Aranore, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.
History: He was born in a small desert village. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge
Flaws: Cynical, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Debt, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 6 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnoll, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Maagog Baharoosh, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.
History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: Seeks redemption.
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: High pitched and raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Celestial, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, 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: 30 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Lia Goltorah, Female Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Her auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are blue.
Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She tends to her Armorer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.
Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions.
Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer
Voice: Middle-eastern accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial, Dwarven, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp).
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