Miles Clive, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. He has gray eyes.
Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.
History: Miles was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. One day when Miles was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Miles was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.
Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and wants to raise his children well
Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Herbalist
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 41 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Auran
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d4+3, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 |
Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Ralf Breeden, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears dull green sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sai, just in case. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are a pleasant brown.
Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. A true patriot, Ralf would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.
History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Ralf was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sculptor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Irish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 5)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 35 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 5 (-3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Draconic, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +2 / 2d4-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Griselda Oakes, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: She is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak, and she perpetually has her scimitar ready. Her long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. She has a dull look in her blue eyes.
Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.
History: Griselda was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Baker for hire.
Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and she's attracted to the pc
Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Artistic, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Jamaican accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Human, True Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 8
Hit Points 46 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 6 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran, Draconic
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d4+0, Ranged +1 / 2d4-2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Justin Snape, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. This blue eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.
History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Justin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Justin never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.
Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear
Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, In love. Occupation: Unemployed
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 36 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 4 (-3) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Auran, Ignan
Attacks Melee +0 / 2d4-3, Ranged +2 / 2d4-1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 5000 sp. Malachite (8 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Tourmaline (70 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp).
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