Azgrom Adley, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.
Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Seamstress work with an outfit from a few towns over. Seamstress work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has set out to sabotage the competition.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Hissing voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Half-Orc, Chaotic Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 16 (2d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Orc, Halfling
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +3 / 1d6+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 1600 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).
Mord Asheton, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He wears his red hair down. He has blue eyes and a grey hat with a black feather.
Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Mord is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: He was born in the west. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and to reunite with his old friends
Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: French accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Orc, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 10 (1d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d4+2, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 30 pp. Golden pearl (90 gp). 3 Thunderstones.
Ribbles Pilwicken, Male Gnome [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears skinny pants and wears a blue and red robe with the hood down. His red hair is braided into rings. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.
Personality: Ribbles speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.
History: Ribbles was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the south, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying south to reunite his family. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and someone believes him a fraud
Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman
Voice: Low range voice
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'4") Gnome, Chaotic Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 30 (4d10)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Gnome, Terran
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +1
Possessions: 100 gp.
Donaar Yarjerit, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This man usually wears his brown robe and has his greatsword always slung over his shoulder, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His red crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.
Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and he wants to meet his childhood hero
Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Dragonborn, True Neutral (CR 9)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 71 (9d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Aquan, Terran
Attacks Melee +5 / 3d4+2, Ranged +4 / 3d4+1, Grapple +4
Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.
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