Three Plume, Male Tabaxi [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 a tan shirt with thin green vertical stripes and blue pants. His lavender fur, when down, is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.
Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.
History: He was born in the east. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Three grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Three. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and a rival would like him out of the picture
Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Tabaxi, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 19 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 4 | 2 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.
Thomas Beckwith, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, blue shirt, and grey tie. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is long and unkept. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: Thomas hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.
Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out
Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Smoker's lung
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'5") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 7 (1d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Giant, Infernal, Terran, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +1
Possessions: 20 pp.
Leaf Of Winter, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is physically well-built. His red fur is braided into rings. He has a tattooed face.
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 is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.
History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Leaf was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Mentor, Attractive. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 19 (3d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Ignan, Giant
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 600 sp.
Clerebold Liadon, Male Half-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 a brown collared shirt and red pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.
Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.
History: Clerebold was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.
Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Half-Elf, True Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 20 (4d8)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 18 (+4) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Ignan, Undercommon, Halfling, Druidic
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d10+3, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 600 gp.
Delg Trollbleeder, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants, marred by chocolates. He has shaved his head bald. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.
Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.
History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 north. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.
Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally
Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Soft and melodious
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'3") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 17 (2d6)
Speed 20 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Goblin
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
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