Ralf Wesley, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: 6'4" and muscular, this northern man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.
History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When Ralf reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.
Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Military, Slave. Occupation: Brewer
Voice: Timid voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 23 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
Possessions: 60 pp. Citrine (30 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp). Jade (160 gp).
Roger Conway, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He wears tattered old clothes, and carries morningstars. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.
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 a great chef.
History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to reunite with his absent mother
Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Apothecary
Voice: Australian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'6") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 28 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 8 (-1) | 11 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 8
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +1 / 1d8-1, Grapple +4
Possessions: 100 gp.
Percival Rowley, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears white trousers with blue and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His black hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise amber.
Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes brigands are coming to abduct people. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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: Someone believes him a fraud.
Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller
Voice: Low range voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'0") Human, Neutral Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 29 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Gnome, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +2
Possessions: 400 gp. Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Iolite (50 gp).
Norman Graeme, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is in excellent shape and is dressed in an above average manner. He has wavy golden hair. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.
Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He receives visions of the future at random moments
History: Norman was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: He is content.
Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Knight
Voice: Soft and mumbly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'2") Human, True Neutral (CR 3)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 30 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Undercommon, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +2 / 1d8+0, Grapple +1
Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Hourglass. 1 Simple lock. 1 Silver holy symbol.
Thomas Branson, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This exceptionally lanky man is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, green shirt, and black tie. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.
History: Thomas was born the youngest of three triplets. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Merchant and was forced into it by his family; and he is wracked by social anxiety
Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature. Occupation: Merchant
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 27 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 18 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 4 (-3) | 17 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +6 / 1d8+4, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +4
Possessions: 300 gp. Lapis lazuli (6 gp). Coral (100 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp).
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