Emeny Enfield, Female Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. Her white hair is thinning but still full. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: Emeny hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her painting career. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered
History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family 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. Being a Interpreter kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day.
Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Interpreter
Voice: Old thin voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Human, Neutral Evil (CR 5)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 35 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +2 / 2d4-1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Alexandre Stratford, Male Human [Permalink]
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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 wears bulky black painted plate armor. His head has been shaved. His eyes are hazel.
Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Crown-heir. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: He's looking for his big break.
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Human, Neutral Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 39 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 |
Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Jacoba Kendall, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat, and is pretty ugly. Her chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are hazel.
Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She is harsh and unforgiving.
History: The child of a Bellfounder, who enjoyed hunting, Jacoba was taken on many hunting expeditions. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She bought a bow and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: She possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and she's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Prounounces S like Z
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, True Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 48 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +6 / 2d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Rosamund Quinton, Female Human [Permalink]
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Description: She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. Her hair is golden and very short. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: She is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. She also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.
History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. Some 9 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Rosamund never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her father had trained her before.
Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she wants to meet her childhood hero
Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'6") Human, Neutral Evil (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 41 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 20000 cp. Citrine (40 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp).
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