Aramil Mellerelel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. Being a Soapmaker kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
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; and seeks redemption
Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 17 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d6+0, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +5
Possessions: 20000 cp. Sardonyx (70 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp).
Harbek Bloodkith, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a mite stocky and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.
Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.
History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Harbek was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Now he works as a dancing tutor during his time off.
Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often
Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Healer
Voice: Raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Lawful Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 17 (2d8)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, Orc
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +3
Possessions: 10000 cp.
Three Peak, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished greatsword as well. His cinnamon fur is knotted and matted. His copper eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barrister
Voice: Spanish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Tabaxi, Lawful Neutral (CR 10)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 76 (10d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Celestial, Halfling
Attacks Melee +8 / 3d6+4, Ranged +7 / 3d6+3, Grapple +4
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 150 pp. Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Blue star sapphire (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Adelard Spalding, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man is very fat, and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright grey and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He is fixated on the number 21. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Adelard took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Bather
Voice: Italian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Human, True Neutral (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 900 sp.
Gardain Trollbleeder, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is long and brown with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.
History: Gardain was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A gifted student he started as a Apothecary, but he got bored and became a Spice Merchant. He struck the Spice Merchant job and began his own company from there.
Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg
Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant
Voice: Speaks in third person
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'5") Dwarf, Neutral Good (CR 11)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 34 (11d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d8+2, Ranged +5 / 3d8+1, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 |
Possessions: 160 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp).
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