Melech Sympathy, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A 6'7" southern man, he wears dull blue sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed dagger, just in case. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.
Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: Gifted from a young age, Melech studied abroad. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has taken up work as a Scribe and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.
Motivation: He feels threatened by others.
Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Scribe
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Tiefling, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 30 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Goblin, Infernal, Auran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 4 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 gp.
Jebeddo Horcusporcus, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His golden hair is still thick. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.
History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Guard.
Motivation: To be a Mercenary again.
Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Guard
Voice: Rolls R's
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, Lawful Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 15 (3d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome, Undercommon, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 4 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp.
Joser Honeypot, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a yellow and red handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is thinning but still full. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.
History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to prove his worth to the world
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer
Voice: Sore throat, cough
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'11") Halfling, Chaotic Neutral (CR 5)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 33 (5d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Halfling, Celestial, Elven
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d4+3, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 2 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Mamnen Rage, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 5'9". He wears a grey collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a rapier. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.
Personality: Mamnen wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to reunite with his old friends
Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Detective
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Tiefling, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 14 (1d12)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1000 cp.
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