Nicor Rapture, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears bulky red painted plate armor. His hair is blue and curly. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.
Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When Nicor reached his early adolescence his Tiefling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Being a Slave Trader kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.
Flaws: Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 52 (6d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 19 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Terran, Goblin
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d6+2, Ranged +4 / 2d6+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 3000 sp. Blue quartz (5 gp).
Ulfgar Bigtoe, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.
History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy
Ideals: Joker, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Servant
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 13 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 18 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +5 / 1d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 4 | 2 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: Just what you see.
Whurbin Ironfist, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longbow, but if one is not available he will default to his whip. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has violet eyes.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 18. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: Whurbin was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Whurbin was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.
Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion.
Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant
Voice: Voice breaks
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 12)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 81 (12d6)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Dwarven, Elven, Giant
Attacks Melee +5 / 3d10+1, Ranged +7 / 3d10+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 2 |
Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Hagren Crawford, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This younger middle-aged man wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his monstrous two handed axe, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.
Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Attractive. Occupation: Bellfounder
Voice: Slurs words
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 5)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 47 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc, Gnome
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d4+3, Ranged +3 / 2d4+0, Grapple +3
Possessions: 3000 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (900 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp).
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