Delg Ungart, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears just a tan suit. His blonde hair is lengthy. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.
Personality: Delg hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.
History: Delg lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. One day when Delg was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Delg was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 21 (4d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Dwarven, Sylvan, Infernal, Gnoll
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +3 / 1d10+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 28000 cp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Chain shirt.
Eldon Shadowcloak, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a fancy white suit, and carries shortspears. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.
History: He was raised in a plains tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Jamaican accent
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'5") Gnome, Lawful Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 32 (4d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Goblin
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp.
Mozû Bradshaw, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a green shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise brown.
Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends
History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Mozû liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.
Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'10") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 14)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 142 (14d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 19 (+4) | 8 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 4d6+0, Ranged +5 / 4d6+0, Grapple +5
Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Traki Selevarun, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a tan vest and prefers red and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Traki was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Traki's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Half-Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 20 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 100 gp. Obsidian (4 gp).
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