Dean Riley, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear flannel. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Dean took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.
Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and retire the richest man in the east
Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Occupation: Marshal
Voice: Loud with bravado
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Human, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 20 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 11 (+0) | 8 (-1) | 9 (-1) | 7 (-2) | 15 (+2) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d8+0, Ranged +1 / 1d8-1, Grapple +4
Possessions: Just what you see.
Robert Halsey, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears brown trousers with black and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.
Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Dyer profession.
History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Robert was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Performer. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: Further expansion of business.
Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Performer
Voice: Scandinavian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'1") Human, Chaotic Evil (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 26 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Giant, Infernal
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d8+2, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 400 gp.
Frederick Wakefield, Male Human [Permalink]
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Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he tends to wear a red poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has hazel eyes.
Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.
History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Frederick was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.
Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Navigator
Voice: Loud with bravado
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'10") Human, Lawful Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 40 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d10+1, Ranged +4 / 1d10+2, Grapple +5
Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item.
Richard Stratford, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'5" and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is baby faced.
Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.
History: He was born into a rich family. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He struck the Farmer job and began his own company from there.
Motivation: He is greedy; and sabotage a competitor
Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Farmer
Voice: German accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Human, Chaotic Good (CR 4)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 49 (4d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 18 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Sylvan, Goblin, Aquan, Terran
Attacks Melee +4 / 1d10+2, Ranged +3 / 1d10+1, Grapple +2
Possessions: 300 gp. Hematite (13 gp). Rose (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item.
Wymar Bradshaw, Male Human [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He stands about 6'4" and dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a black coat with pastel slacks. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.
Personality: Wymar is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. 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 he loathes his own lifestyle
Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Booming voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Human, Neutral Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 24 (3d10)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Ignan, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +5 / 1d8+3, Grapple +3
Possessions: 400 gp. Blue quartz (6 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). 4 Thunderstones. 1 Everburning torch.
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