Art In the Morning, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man wears an entirely grey suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His white fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.
Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He now spends his time doing works of charity.
Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he is wracked by social anxiety
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Herbalist
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Tabaxi, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 13 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Aquan, Dwarven, Ignan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +6 / 1d6+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 270 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).
Damien Goodearth, Male Halfling [Permalink]
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Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears professional attire. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is afraid of women and trembles around them
History: Damien lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician 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 Mortician.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg
Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Small (2'10") Halfling, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 18 (3d10)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Undercommon, Aquan
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 2500 sp.
Thamior Meliamne, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: Thamior speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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 a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his father's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered dire rats who tried to eat his hand. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it.
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Shipwright
Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 10)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 79 (10d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d6+2, Ranged +7 / 3d6+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 4 | 3 |
Possessions: 1700 gp. Moonstone (40 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Sard (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Red garnet (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Qualen Fabblestabble, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 3'8", this man wears a blue shirt with thin green vertical stripes and yellow pants. His hair is auburn and very short. He is baby faced.
Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is obsessed with finding treasure.
History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Qualen grew up listening to his father's many stories. His childhood dream was to be a Bowyer, but he was a colossal failure. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Qualen never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.
Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he has passion for adventuring and risk
Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, In love, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Eastern European accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, Neutral Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 46 (4d12)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Gnome, Auran, Abyssal, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d10+2, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 200 gp. Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). 4 Tanglefoot bags.
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