Lamlis Iathrana, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.
Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and to get a good night's sleep
Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Gardener
Voice: Cold and demanding tone
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 17 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Draconic, Celestial, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 2 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.
Mordai Tragedy, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are black.
Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes him a fraud
Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Military, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor
Voice: Slurs words
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Tiefling, Lawful Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Terran, Elven, Draconic
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +5 / 1d4+3, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 400 sp.
Amnon Loathe, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: This man wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His purple hair is lengthy. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.
History: Amnon was born with his mother's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Amnon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions
Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'10") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 16 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Halfling, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 3 | 1 |
Possessions: 330 gp. 1 Half-Plate.
Pâsh Marston, Male Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears dull tan sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sickle, just in case. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.
Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gifted student he started as a Mason, but he got bored and became a Dilettante. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.
Motivation: Revenge; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Half-Orc, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 20 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 4 | 2 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 2200 sp. Tourmaline (140 gp). 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.
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