Nutae Amastacia, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears large thick round spectacles.
Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.
History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Nutae was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Nutae decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.
Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable
Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor
Voice: Relaxed voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 10)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 33 (10d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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18 (+4) | 18 (+4) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven, Aquan
Attacks Melee +8 / 3d6+4, Ranged +8 / 3d6+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.
Nutae Xiloscient, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts, and is pretty ugly. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.
History: He comes from a rich eastern family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Money/treasure; and nothing but the best is good enough for him
Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Adventurer
Voice: Speaks with back of mouth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'5") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 9)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 33 (9d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d4+1, Ranged +5 / 3d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 140 pp.
Enialis Ofandrus, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a brown shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and green pants. He has shaved his head bald. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fortune-teller. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.
Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac
Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller
Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 37 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Orc
Attacks Melee +2 / 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 |
Possessions: 1100 gp.
Beiro Mellerelel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He usually wears his black robe and has his rapier always slung over his shoulder. His tied-back hair is chestnut. His violet eyes dart from person to person.
Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Beiro will drive conversation. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.
History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). During his travels, Beiro and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Beiro discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Beiro fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Courier
Voice: Relaxed voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'0") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 9)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 50 (9d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven, Infernal, Auran, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d4+1, Ranged +4 / 3d4+1, Grapple +1
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 15 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1700 gp.
Mindartis Berevan, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.
Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.
History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mindartis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: Speaks with a cold
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 31 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Terran, Orc, Halfling
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d8+0, Ranged +5 / 2d8+2, Grapple +5
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 14 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1000 gp. Star ruby (1500 gp).
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