Balimaar Harris, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. 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. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.
History: Balimaar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, 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 Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Locksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Half-Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 17 (3d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan, Ignan
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 3200 sp.
Laucian Iathrana, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.
Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.
History: Laucian lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.
Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.
Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Chaotic Neutral (CR 13)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 53 (13d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 4d4+0, Ranged +6 / 4d4+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 100 pp. Blue sapphire (1300 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Blue star sapphire (1300 gp). Jasper (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.
Mreksh Lhamboldennish, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tattered old clothes. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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 would like to get married and retire; and he wants to get laid
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, Military. Occupation: Spy
Voice: Slow speaker
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Dragonborn, Lawful Evil (CR 9)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 44 (9d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 19 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome, Goblin
Attacks Melee +3 / 3d4+0, Ranged +7 / 3d4+4, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 130 pp. Amber (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp).
Miles Westbrook, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a red shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and brown pants, and is pretty ugly. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His ears are large.
Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.
History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.
Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Beggar
Voice: Uses sign language
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Human, True Neutral (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (1d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 160 gp.
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