Chad Wakefield, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His silver hair is still thick. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.
History: Born in the west to a Fletcher, Chad learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands.
Flaws: Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Fletcher
Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 20 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 7 (-2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Ignan
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d8+3, Ranged +4 / 1d8+2, Grapple +3
Possessions: 400 gp.
Odo Budd, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: This younger middle-aged man tends to wear a large green jacket, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.
Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and he loathes his own lifestyle
Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: In love, Attractive, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith
Voice: Excited and jittery
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 16 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Auran, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 90 pp.
Nicholas Wharton, 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 long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He also hits on men, regardless of circumstances.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has since lost track of the people in his past.
Motivation: He wants to get laid; and further expansion of business
Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Family, Job. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 25 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 400 gp. Black pearl (400 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp).
Lewis Hornsby, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He's also a talented Bookbinder, but doesn't like to broadcast it.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Servant
Voice: Dark and ominous
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Human, Lawful Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 29 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +1
Possessions: 2000 sp.
Wymar Peyton, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, 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 keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Wymar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bowyer. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: To be a Courier again; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Bowyer
Voice: Pirate accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'9") Human, Chaotic Neutral (CR 4)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 36 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 8 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 19 (+4) | 5 (-3) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +1 / 1d10-1, Ranged +1 / 1d10-1, Grapple -1
Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.
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