Eldon Horcusporcus, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Eldon's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: He got into the Engraver business at a young age. His childhood dream was to be a Fisher, but he was a colossal failure. 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: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he is greedy
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich, Debt. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Nasally tone
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'5") Gnome, Lawful Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 23 (4d4)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 200 gp.
Right-Handed Of Winter, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, red shirt, and brown tie. He sports a flattop fur cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.
History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Right-Handed was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Right-Handed fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.
Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter
Voice: Speaks with a cold
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Tabaxi, Lawful Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 15 (5d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Goblin, Auran
Attacks Melee +7 / 2d4+4, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +4
Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.
Aelar Sylvaranth, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a blue top hat and blue clothes. He has moderate length blonde hair. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.
History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.
Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep
Voice: Speaks with a cold
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 22 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Borgu Winchester, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: A 6'5" eastern man, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his auburn hair down. He has blue eyes and a violet hat with a tan feather.
Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.
History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Borgu took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. 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: He is wracked by social anxiety; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Family, Military, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Indian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Half-Orc, Chaotic Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (5d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d4+3, Ranged +4 / 2d4+1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 500 gp.
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