Lorilla Horcusporcus, Female Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. Her small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. She has a dull look in her brown eyes.
Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the east were limited. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Bricklayer for the past few years.
Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 8 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 19 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 200 sp.
Emeny Xistsrith, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This younger middle-aged woman wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and a wedding ring on her left hand. Her silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.
History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Some 10 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Emeny never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.
Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.
Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright
Voice: Hollow voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 6 (-2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +0
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 70 gp.
Markosian Tragedy, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, she is dressed in an above average manner. She wears a top hat to cover her moderate length white hair. Her gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. The war was a terrible time for her, and Markosian does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.
History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. When Markosian reached her early adolescence her Tiefling 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 made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.
Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she loathes her own lifestyle
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Ignan, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.
Wella Shadowquick, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: She prefers to wear red clothing when she does not wear armor. She carries with her a set of pickaxes, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. Her face is scarred and worn.
Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.
History: Born to a Mortician, her mother struggled to pay the bills. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She bought a pickaxe and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Actor
Voice: Dutch accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +0 / 1d4-2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 50 gp.
Sariel Floshem, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She is an epitome of beauty. Her auburn hair is thinning but still full. Her eyes are hazel.
Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.
History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Crown-heir.
Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and further expansion of business
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, In love, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Sylvan, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 7000 cp.
Jillian Tosscobble, Female Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.
Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Jillian grew up listening to her father's many stories. A serious injury left her father unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm father. She has dedicated herself to building a better village for her children.
Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and to pay off her debts
Ideals: Opinionated, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Architect
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Eiravel Watson, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.
Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents were killed by orcs in a raid when he was still a young child. The orcs captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.
Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has a crush on the local masseuse
Ideals: Justice, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Breathy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Half-Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Amnon Swift, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He is scrawny and has patchy blue stubble. He wears dull green sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bow, just in case. He has a hunchback. His blue hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.
Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.
History: Amnon 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. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with his old friends
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Creaky witch voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Tiefling, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 3 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d6+2, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Sariel Franklin, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged woman, she is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down, and is pretty ugly. She sports a flattop hair cut. She wears an eyepatch.
Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: She got into the Masseuse business at a young age. She found a children's book about a Half-Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. During her travels, Sariel and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Sariel discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Sariel fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.
Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Masseuse responsibilities is difficult.
Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse
Voice: Low and grunting
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 7 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 6 (-2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
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 | 8 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
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