Clerebold Sheldon, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.
Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.
History: He was born into a rich family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. After months of barely getting by, Clerebold managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.
Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions
Flaws: Sensitive, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Assassin
Voice: Jittery and nervous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Human, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 30 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 16 (+3) | 6 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 400 gp. Jade (90 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp).
Percival Darby, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a white vest and prefers black and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, marred by beers. He wears his black hair up. His eyes are gray and catlike.
Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a strong sense of loyalty to human people
Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Laborer
Voice: Soothing and warm
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 30 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Giant
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1800 sp. 3 Tanglefoot bags. 3 Holy water.
Reynard Barlow, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries a battered shortspear and tarnished greatsword as well. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.
Personality: Reynard wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.
History: He was born into a rich family. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has never given up on his poetry dream.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Engraver
Voice: Gruff and masculine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 26 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +1 / 1d8-1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 1000 sp.
Ernest Wharton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This tall, slender man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His green eyes peer out from beneath his small blue hat.
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 seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.
History: Ernest was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 east. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.
Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family, Debt. Occupation: Stableman
Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 24 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 37000 sp. Zircon (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Iolite (20 gp). 1 Everburning torch.
Balimaar Rowley, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'4". He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortbow, but if one is not available he will default to his halberd, and his gloved hand is found clutching a halberd. He has moderate length auburn hair. He is baby faced.
Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.
History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Shortens vowels
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Human, True Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 31 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Infernal
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +3 / 1d10+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 35000 sp. Black star sapphire (700 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). 1 Thunderstones. 1 Thunderstones. 3 Acid flasks. 3 Acid flasks.
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