Raymond Graeme, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are hazel and beady.
Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raymond fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often.
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Butcher
Voice: Spits and sputters
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'3") Human, Lawful Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 23 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 7 (-2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 300 gp.
Nicholas Soames, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man is well dressed, constantly wearing a red suit, blue shirt, and white tie. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his right hand. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.
Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Nicholas's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.
History: He was born into a rich family. In his youth he was a Slave Trader, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Impeccable, Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Weaver
Voice: Slurs words
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 5)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 29 (5d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Celestial, Aquan
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d4+3, Ranged +4 / 2d4+1, Grapple +3
Possessions: Just what you see.
Ernest Trollope, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. 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 takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. A true patriot, Ernest would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.
History: Gifted from a young age, Ernest studied abroad. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Roofer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Roofer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He struck the Roofer job and began his own company from there.
Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and balancing his hectic life and new roofer responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Military. Occupation: Roofer
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 19 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Magnifying glass.
Ralf Fidget, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of greataxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is cut close to his head. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and nothing but the best is good enough for him
Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: Boston accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 34 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 4 (-3) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple +3
Possessions: 300 gp. 2 Antitoxin.
Anselm Ansley, Male Human [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 tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.
History: Anselm 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. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and nothing but the best is good enough for him
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Architect
Voice: Loud with bravado
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'7") Human, True Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 33 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 14000 cp. Blue quartz (12 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.
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