Anthony Colby, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He stands about 5'2" and wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greatsword, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.
History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.
Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner
Voice: Whispers
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 46 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Auran, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +2 / 2d4-1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
Isabella Marleigh, Female Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This late middle aged woman wears just a brown suit and is in decent physical shape. Her hair is auburn and curly. Her gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.
Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She refers to her adoptive father for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.
History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.
Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a dilettante and was forced into it by her family
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Human, Lawful Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 29 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 5 (-3) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 2d4-2, Ranged +4 / 2d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Lewis Snowdon, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He usually wears his grey robe and has his falchion always slung over his shoulder. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. 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 to loving parents in a slum to the north. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out
Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Slave. Occupation: Guard
Voice: Can't modulate volume
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 5)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 46 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnoll, Auran, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +3 / 2d4+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp.
Joan Digby, Female Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a grey shirt, with a violet mid length skirt with violet tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She wears a broad hat to hide her balding. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: Joan is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.
History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her first spouse was a Blacksmith, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and doesn't want to be a weaver and was forced into it by her family
Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 46 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnoll, Celestial
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d4+2, Ranged +4 / 2d4+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp. Moonstone (80 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.
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