Theobald Sharps, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: An older man who typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor, he is not a threatening figure. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. 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 quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Theobald alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.
Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Seamstress
Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 39 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Undercommon, Orc
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d10-1, Ranged +3 / 1d10+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Tim Marlee, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His brown hair is lengthy. He wears an eyepatch.
Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.
Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Cook
Voice: Soothing and warm
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 21 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Celestial, Aquan
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Crowbar.
Adam Bradshaw, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: Runty and weak-looking, he likes to wear white tank tops with brown pants. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. He wears a mask on his face.
Personality: Adam 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... He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.
History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Human compassion.
Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker
Voice: Raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 19 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Sylvan, Goblin
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d8-1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: Just what you see.
Wymar Marleigh, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears professional attire. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is baby faced.
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 often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.
History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: To unite with his sister.
Ideals: Optimist, Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Map Maker
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 23 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +4
Possessions: Just what you see.
Frederick Ainsworth, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'8" and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is white and very short. His eyes are blue and catlike.
Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.
History: Frederick was born the youngest of three triplets. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Body Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he loathes his own lifestyle
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'8") Human, Neutral Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 24 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Celestial, Gnome
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Thunderstones. 2 Antitoxin.
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