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Millicent Iathrana, Female Half-Elf [Permalink]

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Description: Standing 4'10", this woman wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She wears a Stetson hat to hide her balding. Her eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. A serious injury left her mother unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm mother. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to pay off her debts

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scottish accent

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Millicent Iathrana, Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
Medium (4'10") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
13 (+1)11 (+0) 10 (+0)14 (+2) 9 (-1)8 (-1)
Skills Animal Handling +1, Religion +4
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1253000

Possessions: 80 gp. Obsidian (9 gp).


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Mialee Xistsrith, Female Elf [Permalink]

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Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She tends to wear a tan poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. She wears her golden hair up. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed, Racist, Mundane. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

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Mialee Xistsrith, Female Elf Sorcerer 3
Medium (4'8") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 9 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
14 (+2)12 (+1) 10 (+0)13 (+1) 16 (+3)12 (+1)
Skills Stealth +3
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day116500

Possessions: 80 pp. Amethyst (120 gp).


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Orsik Broodfist, Male Dwarf [Permalink]

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Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a club and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Smooth and feminine

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Orsik Broodfist, Male Dwarf Sorcerer 2
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
9 (-1)12 (+1) 10 (+0)13 (+1) 14 (+2)11 (+0)
Skills Arcana +3, History +3
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Aquan
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day116400

Possessions: 1700 sp.


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Raiann Kimbatuul, Female Dragonborn [Permalink]

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Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears tattered old clothes. She keeps her silver crest in a pixie cut. Her red eyes dart from person to person.

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 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: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Raiann was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To be a Doctor again; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Switch between two voices

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Raiann Kimbatuul, Female Dragonborn Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
14 (+2)8 (-1) 9 (-1)11 (+0) 11 (+0)9 (-1)
Skills Athletics +4, Medicine +2
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +2
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1053

Possessions: 20 gp.


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Gerald Barton, Male Human [Permalink]

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Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His head has been shaved. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mayor born in the past three hundred years. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. After coming to the age of reason, Gerald took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

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Gerald Barton, Male Human Sorcerer 1
Medium (5'7") Human, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
16 (+3)7 (-2) 13 (+1)18 (+4) 14 (+2)12 (+1)
Skills Deception +3, Investigation +6
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Sylvan, Undercommon, Dwarven, Infernal
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +0 / 1d4-2, Grapple +3
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day14530000000

Possessions: 5000 cp.


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Hobart Greenbottle, Male Halfling [Permalink]

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Description: An older man who wears professional attire, he is not a threatening figure. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: Hobart is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. 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 several months after his father was called into army service. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: 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.

Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Relaxed voice

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Hobart Greenbottle, Male Halfling Sorcerer 2
Small (3'3") Halfling, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 15
Hit Points 7 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
8 (-1)18 (+4) 11 (+0)3 (-4) 12 (+1)11 (+0)
Skills Athletics +1, Intimidation +2
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Halfling
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d6-1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day6

Possessions: 280 gp.


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Melech Charm, Male Tiefling [Permalink]

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Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 6'10". He wears baggy green pantaloons and a black scarf, and his gloved hand is found clutching a whip. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. 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 was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He tends to his Apothecary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

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Melech Charm, Male Tiefling Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'10") Tiefling, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 1 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
14 (+2)9 (-1) 4 (-3)10 (+0) 9 (-1)11 (+0)
Skills Acrobatics +1, Athletics +4
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +1 / 1d4-1, Grapple +4
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day105

Possessions: Jet (80 gp).


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Baradad Ebynichtomonis, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]

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Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears his green crest down. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Baradad's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Born in the north to a Miner, Baradad learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He's also a talented Blacksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

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Baradad Ebynichtomonis, Male Dragonborn Sorcerer 1
Medium (6'5") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
12 (+1)10 (+0) 9 (-1)17 (+3) 17 (+3)16 (+3)
Skills Deception +5, Sleight of Hand +2
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Sylvan, Ignan, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day1353000000

Possessions: 90 gp.


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Bimpnottin Timbers, Female Gnome [Permalink]

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Description: A 3'1" western woman, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She has done her best to style her silver hair to look like a famous performer. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. 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: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. In her 16th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. Some 2 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Bimpnottin never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

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Bimpnottin Timbers, Female Gnome Sorcerer 2
Small (3'1") Gnome, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
5 (-3)8 (-1) 16 (+3)10 (+0) 11 (+0)16 (+3)
Skills Insight +2, Sleight of Hand +1
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee -1 / 1d6-3, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple -1
DC 0 1st2nd3rd4th5th6th7th8th9th
Spell /Day106

Possessions: 50 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp).


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