Aust Amakiir, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His hair is long and silver with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker black hat.
Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.
History: He got into the Mercenary business at a young age. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and balancing his hectic life and new mercenary responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 10 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +4 / 1d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 130 gp.
Wymar Eastaughffe, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Wymar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.
Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and money/treasure
Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, In love. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: High pitched, excited
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 10)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 77 (10d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d6+2, Ranged +6 / 3d6+2, Grapple +6
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 |
Possessions: 1300 gp.
Hobart Warmwater, Male Halfling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 2'10". He likes to wear green tank tops with violet pants, and his gloved hand is found clutching a trident. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.
History: Born in the north to a Server, Hobart learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.
Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage
Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Server
Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, Lawful Neutral (CR 6)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 33 (6d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Halfling, Infernal, Auran, Terran, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +2 / 2d6-1, Ranged +6 / 2d6+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Henry Carlyle, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: Henry wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.
History: He was born in the north. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.
Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Stylist
Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 9)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 49 (9d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 3d4-1, Ranged +6 / 3d4+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 2000 sp.
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