Tharivol Caphaxath, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He has a missing right leg. He prefers to wear flannel. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.
Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He plays an instrument quite well.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has never given up on his painting dream.
Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wishes to resurrect an old love
Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard
Voice: Middle-eastern accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 8)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 40 (8d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 9
Languages Common, Elven, Gnome
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d10+2, Ranged +4 / 2d10+1, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 1100 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp).
Erevan Yaeldrin, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.
Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. Erevan is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.
History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.
Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to get a good night's sleep
Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Slave, Family, Nature. Occupation: Laborer
Voice: Old Prospector
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 20 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d6+2, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 500 gp.
Heian Holimion, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is chestnut and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.
Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is frequently practicing swordplay.
History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. After months of barely getting by, Heian managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.
Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother
Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Military, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Voice: Scandinavian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'3") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 11)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 56 (11d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 19 (+4) | 16 (+3) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 3d8+1, Ranged +8 / 3d8+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Aerdeth Fasharash, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.
History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He left for the north, certain he would find work there.
Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he feels kind of lost in life
Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Baker
Voice: Sounds elderly
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 19)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 67 (19d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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17 (+3) | 19 (+4) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Celestial
Attacks Melee +9 / 5d8+3, Ranged +10 / 5d8+4, Grapple +8
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 15 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 17000 gp. Fire opal (600 gp). Sard (80 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Amber (160 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Rich purple corundum (600 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Jade (160 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). 1 Medium magic item.
Thervan Galanodel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and is pretty ugly. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.
Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.
History: He is a Hag in disguise. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and meet up once more with his childhood friend
Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Gruff and masculine
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 10)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 34 (10d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 14
Languages Common, Elven, Gnoll, Gnome, Undercommon
Attacks Melee +6 / 3d6+2, Ranged +7 / 3d6+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 15 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 1100 gp.
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