Nutae Liadon, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.
Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.
History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Nutae 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 Nutae. Being a Roofer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.
Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has money and likes to spend it
Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Roofer
Voice: Slow speaker
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'8") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 18 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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16 (+3) | 15 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 17 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common, Elven, Draconic, Ignan
Attacks Melee +6 / 2d6+3, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.
Hadarai Raethran, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: Standing 4'11", this man wears a tan costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.
Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.
History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has worked as a Body Guard like his father before him.
Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to prove his worth to the world
Flaws: Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Job. Occupation: Body Guard
Voice: American accent
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Medium (4'11") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 9)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 35 (9d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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11 (+0) | 14 (+2) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 3d4+0, Ranged +5 / 3d4+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 40000 cp. Pink diamond (2000 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). Citrine (20 gp).
Erdan Suithrasas, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears a simple black robe with yellow stripes complete with hood, and his gloved hand is found clutching a kukri. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.
History: Erdan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.
Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.
Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor
Voice: Speaks with a cold
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 8)
Armor Class 13
Hit Points 23 (8d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 16
Languages Common, Elven, Draconic, Celestial
Attacks Melee +3 / 2d10+0, Ranged +6 / 2d10+3, Grapple +3
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 3 | 0 |
Possessions: 300 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).
Dayereth Ariessus, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: This dark-skinned male wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.
Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Through the years after Dayereth was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Dayereth's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dayereth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Ruler
Voice: Irish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'10") Elf, Neutral Evil (CR 7)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 19 (7d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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14 (+2) | 11 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 11 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +5 / 2d8+2, Ranged +3 / 2d8+0, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 6 |
Possessions: 1000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp).
Ivellios Mellerelel, Male Elf [Permalink]
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Description: He wears professional attire. He carries with him a set of hammers on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.
Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.
History: Ivellios hails from a village terrorized by giants. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ivellios fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.
Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he's repulsed by the pc
Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician
Voice: American accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'2") Elf, Chaotic Evil (CR 6)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 0 (6d4)
Speed 30 ft.
STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
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9 (-1) | 14 (+2) | 7 (-2) | 12 (+1) | 17 (+3) | 14 (+2) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Elven, Dwarven
Attacks Melee +2 / 2d6-1, Ranged +5 / 2d6+2, Grapple +2
DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
Spell /Day | 12 | 6 | 6 | 5 |
Possessions: 900 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1100 gp).
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