Eiravel Mystralath, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. 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, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Eiravel abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.
Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and revenge
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Shoemaker
Voice: Russian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 8 (3d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal, Halfling, Druidic
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 80 pp.
Medrash Ghaallixirn, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: Runty and weak-looking, he sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length bronze crest. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: Born in the west to a Sage, Medrash learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Masseuse, but he got bored and became a Sage. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Sage
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'7") Dragonborn, Chaotic Neutral (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 18 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d6+3, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 4 |
Possessions: 100 gp.
Thervan Berevan, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a white shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length black hair. He is baby faced.
Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Doctor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.
History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Thervan was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Doctor. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Impeccable, Pacifist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Half-Elf, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 14 (2d6)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d6+1, Ranged +2 / 1d6+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 2 Antitoxin.
Quick Of Passion, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: This man is very fat, and prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts. His yellow fur is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.
History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Quick took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 6)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 11 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d6+0, Ranged +4 / 2d6+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 10 |
Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Purson Belief, Male Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. He wears his silver hair up. He has a tattooed face.
Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. He is obsessed with finding treasure.
History: He got into the Jeweler business at a young age. Purson abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. During his travels, Purson and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Purson discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Purson fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and expand his business
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Jeweler
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Tiefling, Chaotic Good (CR 8)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 49 (8d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Halfling, Ignan
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d10+2, Ranged +6 / 2d10+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 800 gp. Blue sapphire (1000 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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