Tharivol Withrethin, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has no hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.
Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.
History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: Revenge.
Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Poor, Job. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: Sleepy voice
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'7") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 14
Hit Points 31 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 18 (+4) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d6+2, Ranged +7 / 2d6+4, Grapple +4
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 700 gp. Violet garnet (1000 gp).
Arannis Ilphelkiir, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is very fat, and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is chestnut and curly. He has blue eyes and a red hat with a tan feather.
Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. The war was a terrible time for him, and Arannis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.
History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.
Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.
Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Server
Voice: Boston accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 11 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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13 (+1) | 16 (+3) | 9 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven, Giant
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d8+1, Ranged +6 / 2d8+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 |
Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (11 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Blue star sapphire (1100 gp). Tourmaline (130 gp).
Theriatis Ariessus, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears an entirely brown suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.
Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.
History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Theriatis alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.
Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and many dire rats want him driven away
Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Tailor
Voice: Sensual and smooth
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 11 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 16 (+3) | 17 (+3) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 16
Languages Common, Elven, Auran, Aquan, Gnome
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d8+3, Ranged +5 / 2d8+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 14 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp. Fire opal (900 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Nim Ofandrus, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.
History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Nim grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Nim. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.
Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Squeaky
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 8)
Armor Class 16
Hit Points 23 (8d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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12 (+1) | 22 (+6) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +4 / 2d10+1, Ranged +9 / 2d10+6, Grapple +6
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 1600 gp. Carnelian (70 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Jade (50 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp).
Erevan Mellerelel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. He is baby faced.
Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Carter who has hired him part-time. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.
History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 20th 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 has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Mercenary. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.
Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to settle down with his crush
Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Carter
Voice: Raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Elf, Lawful Evil (CR 11)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 46 (11d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 15 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven, Draconic, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +4 / 3d8+0, Ranged +6 / 3d8+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 15 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 4 | 0 |
Possessions: 2700 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
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