Trym Bentley, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This light-skinned male wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.
History: Born to a Miner, his father struggled to pay the bills. The family's rival house kidnapped his sister with the intent that his sister marry their son to gain control of contested properties. 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: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and regain custody of his daughter
Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Jittery and nervous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Lawful Good (CR 8)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 62 (8d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Terran, Auran
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d10+2, Ranged +3 / 2d10+0, Grapple +5
Possessions: 50000 cp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp).
Don Blakeley, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.
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 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 the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and his religion dominates his actions
Ideals: Entrepeneur, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Carter
Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'1") Human, Neutral Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 13 (5d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 10000 cp. Malachite (4 gp). Rose (40 gp). Rose (40 gp). Silver pearl (110 gp).
Trey Chatham, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He is happy with his job as a Brewer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.
History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 struck the Brewer job and began his own company from there.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to reunite with his absent mother
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Draws out vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Neutral Good (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 38 (6d6)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d6+0, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 0 |
Possessions: 900 gp. Solid gold idol (700 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp).
Wymar Huxley, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender man wears just a green suit. His head has been shaved. 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 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 cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.
History: He was raised in a island tribe. Through the years after Wymar was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Wymar's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now spends his time doing works of charity.
Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Assassin
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Human, Lawful Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 28 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Terran, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d4+1, Ranged +5 / 2d4+2, Grapple +2
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 12 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 500 gp.
Wymar Stanford, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his nunchaku with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise hazel.
Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.
History: Wymar was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. 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: Human compassion; and to prove his worth to the world
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive, Racist. Occupation: Fisher
Voice: Slow speaker
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 7)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 47 (7d8)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Terran, Orc, Celestial
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d8+1, Ranged +4 / 2d8+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). A small bag of saffron. (20 gp).
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