Uthemar Nailo, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a monstrous two handed axe on his belt. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is short and silver. He is baby faced.
Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.
Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear
Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 8)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 49 (8d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven, Undercommon, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d10+0, Ranged +5 / 2d10+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 1100 gp.
Azaki Ariessus, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He is dressed in an above average manner. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.
History: He was born in a small island village. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Guard
Voice: Whispers
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 8 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 8 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Infernal
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d6+2, Ranged +6 / 2d6+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 5 |
Possessions: 60 pp.
Ivellios Netyoive, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is cut short. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.
Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mortician who has hired him part-time. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.
History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 south. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mortician and was forced into it by his family; and wants his loneliness to end
Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 14)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 55 (14d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Elven, Giant, Druidic
Attacks Melee +6 / 4d6+1, Ranged +7 / 4d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 15 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 400 pp. Jade (150 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Beiro Raethran, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: This younger middle-aged man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He has chestnut hair. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.
Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He invites people to come help in his community garden.
History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Beiro took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.
Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and balancing his hectic life and new navigator responsibilities is difficult
Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Nature. Occupation: Navigator
Voice: Rolls R's
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 36 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d8+1, Ranged +4 / 2d8+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 500 gp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.
Fivin Dalanthan, Male Elf [Permalink]
Personal [hide]
Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His hair is black and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. 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: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. Fivin was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Shipwright. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright
Voice: Switch between two voices
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 31 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 10
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d6+0, Ranged +3 / 2d6+0, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 3000 sp.
Shout outs: Stacey, Luke P, David Schraff, Ivee Quinn, Rachel Anderson, Brian Tanner, Serafina Moon, Armand Desharnais, Trev909, Bob Goode, TODD RICHARD, Josh Braden, Iofire, Caitlin W., Damon Carrington, Mario Pizzamiglio, Phil Mehl, Wesley Muncy, elijah D. maben, R., Vincent Drone, thea musing, Brian Nunziato, Matt Yates, Elisa Martinez, Ryan Flagg, Jade Arrowood, Angelo Anderson, Syn21, Dave Walker, Jonathan Lekse, JollyGamer, Tiernan Greenman, Burlyfighter, David R Abbott, Rick Marsh, Brittany DeNicholas, Amanda Kettles, Lou Bliss, Sik Makoyi, Pythor Sen, Bryson Waits, Irate The Pirate, Mark L, Siren, AstroLass, Lizzie, Michael Hamilton, Vedie V, Mylon Schroder, Nathan, Jordan Florez, Robert Rich, Jess, Zee Livezey, Kevin, Kerry Melton, SallySparrow132, Millergendraft, Federica Frezza, Nick Soucy, Jeremiah Walker, Bryan Sheairs, chris wilson, Max Hops, Sarah Holland, Joshua David Maddox, Packratt, Liz Fontain, Ray Bissonnette, Joe Dalby, Matt Price, Nicholas Zamora, ShortyMcgibble, Mr. Vinclair, mtnman1979@aol.com, KFB_Patreon, eric sun, Gundar Wez, Nahellion, That Video Editor Nic, bilbens baggo, Stuart, Brysen Packer, Maxwell Mayer, Thobek, XMrMonkyx ., Miss Zilla M, Jordan Brazeal, Kyle Clark, Jake Lane, Phillip P Torchia, Stefan Gottschalk's, Remora Jewel, Connor, jeremy baisch, Daniel Edwards, Zealot23, Shane Andrews, Brandon Mußiq, CJMAXP, Festus, Lisa Tucker, KingHavok1217, Mx Charlie, Justin Snyder, Zachary Burgess-Hicks, Steve Rosenlund, Ezzela1891, John Nazario, Gordon Alexander Fallon, zachary gee, Jason Clark
Their contribution stands as a beacon of hope for all adventurers!
