13 Unique Characters

Complete with back stories. Just roll

stats and play !

Written by Michael Rauh

 Enclosed are 13 characters of various races, classes and
alignments. I’ve always enjoyed the process of making characters
almost as much as playing D&D. The Alignments and weapons
listed for each character are only suggestions. While it was fun to
write the stories, I didn’t provide too much description for their
personalities in hopes that you would take each character and
make them your own. I hope you enjoy these stories and have fun
playing these characters.

Thank you. Sincerely,

Michael Rauh
#1
Name : Surry Greengrass Class : Ranger Alignment : LG
Race : Sylvan Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 121 Height : 5’ 3” Weight : 107 lbs
Eyes : Amber Hair : Blonde

Appearance :
Surry is thin but muscular. She often wears sleeveless tunics
tie died in black, green, & brown. She prefers to wear a green kilt
with knee high black moccasins. She has multiple piercings in both
ears and wears her hair short. Both arms are covered with sleeves
of tattoos featuring various animals.
History :
Surry Sunspear was born into royalty. Her father was a retired
General and beloved Hero. Her mother was a well respected
Priestess. Her parents worked very hard to maintain a carefully
crafted public image. They had mapped out Surry’s future before
she could walk.
Try as she might, Surry couldn’t get her parents to listen to
her. She longed to travel and learn about nature but her pleas fell
on deaf ears. She was expected to marry a much older distant
cousin. At length, Surry stood up to her parents and refused the
marriage. Her parents were furious. She was banished from her
village and disowned.
After the shock of wore off, Surry felt liberated. Fortunately,
she had been trained with a Rapier and Long Bow. She wandered
for a couple years, taking work as a caravan guard when money
was low. One day, while Deer hunting, she came upon a trio of
Goblins fighting a man. She snuck into range and fired an arrow,
striking a Goblin in the right eye. It dropped dead on the spot. The
man made quick work of the other two, dispatching them with a
few well placed pokes from his Rapier.
With the enemy defeated, he introduced himself as “Joshua
Greengrass”. Surry and Joshua hid the bodies then put some
distance between themselves and the ambush site. Once safe,
they began to talk. Joshua was a Half-Elf Ranger, son of an Elven
Ranger and Human Wizard mother. He wasn’t much older than
Surry. They talked more, traveled, and hunted together. Soon,
days turned to weeks then weeks to months and Surry trained as
a Ranger. She soaked up every word Joshua spoke. She fell in love
with nature and adventure. One day she found an abandoned
albino Fox pup and took him as a pet. She named him “Alfie”. Life
was good. Joshua became the big brother she always wanted.
With Josh’s blessing, Surry took his last name.
After about five years, Joshua received word that his father
was on his deathbed. Joshua and Surry traveled to his home
village in time to spend a few weeks with his father before he
passed away. After the funeral, Joshua decided to stay home and
take over for the retiring Sheriff. Surry wanted to see more of the
world. They bid a tearful farewell and Surry hit the road to
adventure.
Racial Bonus : All normal Elven Bonuses.
Weapons :
Long Bow – 1d8
Rapier – 1d8
4 daggers – 1d4

Studded leather Armor

Pet Albino Fox named “Alfie”

AC : 16 HP : 10 Speed : 50 ft
Small :
Attacks :
Bite: +2 to hit, 1d4+1 piercing damage
Claw: +2 to hit, 1d4+2 slashing damage
#2
Name : Tyus Mange Class : Ranger Alignment : NG
Race : Half Dwarf
Gender : Male
Age : 82 Height : 6’ 3” Weight : 257 lbs
Eyes : Black Hair : Orange

Appearance :
Tyus is large and powerfully built. He is a Ginger with lots of
freckles. He wears his hair in cornrows. His teeth are capped in
platinum and he is covered in tattoos of various types of Dogs. He
has the Ace of Spades tattooed on the back of his left hand and an
eight ball on the back of his right hand. His left and right knuckles
are tattooed with the words “Love” and “Hate” respectively. He
wears a scraggly goatee with mutton chop sideburns. Tyus prefers
to be barefoot when possible and wears buckskin moccasins when
necessary. He prefers to dress in Buckskin pants and tunics died
black. He often paints his face with black streaks.
History :
Tyus was born to a Human father who was a city guard
captain and a Dwarven mother who was his maid. He was the
product of an extra-marital affair. His mother, Jasmine Steel-jaw
died in childbirth. His father, Hiram Fenster was a cruel man and
took infant Tyus to the kennels to be fed to the King’s mastiffs.
He laid the baby on the floor and an imposing mastiff dragged it
into the darkness. Hiram walked away believing the child had
been disposed of for good.
Unbeknownst to him, Gretchen the mastiff had recently had
her litter taken away. She hid the baby in straw and nursed him
for three weeks until the Kennel Master ( Rufus Mange )
discovered the child. He quickly gave his resignation, gathered up
the child and Gretchen and left for his home village deep in the
mountains.
Rufus named the child and raised him as his own. The Mange
family were hunters and dog breeders. Tyus developed a special
bond with Gretchen and the other dogs, often preferring to sleep
in the kennels. He had an uncanny ability to understand dogs and
communicate with them. The Mange family was good to Tyus.
Rufus had been a Ranger before becoming a Kennel Master and
trained Tyus as best he could.
Tyus was blessed with a gift from Marthammor Duin, the
Dwarven God of wanderers and Dwarves who left home to
explore the world. Tyus’ mother had prayed to Marthmammor at
the time of her death and ask that he protect her child. He heard
her prayers and made sure the child would have a family. The God
was touched by the kindness of Gretchen the Mastiff and ,since
people can be fickle, the God made sure Tyus would always be
blessed with the loyalty of Dogs… He gave Tyus the ability to
communicate telepathically with any dog.
When Tyus became an adult, Rufus told him about his
parents. Tyus traveled to the city and challenged his father to a
duel. Hiram backed down and begged his son’s forgiveness. Tyus
grudgingly forgave him and left. The next few months left him
feeling empty and longing to find his mother’s people. He bid
farewell to Rufus and the family and traveled north to meet the
Steel-jaw clan with his favorite dog, Jiggy at his side.
Tyus found the Steel-jaws to be kind and stayed with them
for a while but the pull of the open road and the promise of
adventure were too strong. He soon found himself traveling
again.

Racial Bonuses : +2 Constitution +1 to two other abilities.

Speed: 25 feet
Weapons :
1 Maul – 2d6
Light Crossbow – 1d8
4 daggers – 1d4
Brass Knuckles – 1d4
Studded leather Armor

Pet : Large Mastiff named “Jiggy”

AC : 14 HP : 16 Speed : 40 ft
Attacks :
Bite: +3 to hit, reach 5 ft., Hit: (1d6 + 1) piercing damage. If the
target is a creature, it must succeed on a DC 12 Strength saving
throw or be knocked prone.
#3
Name : Westley Brightburrow Class : Rogue Alignment : NE
Race : Lightfoot Hafling
Gender : Male
Age : 25 Height : 3’ 6” Weight : 52 lbs
Eyes : Green Hair : Light Brown

Appearance :
Westley is tall for a Hafling and has a bit of a belly. He usually
wears a black beret. He is fond of nice clothes and jewelry. He
wears multiple bracelets, rings on his fingers, and a gold necklace
sporting a large Ruby. The Ruby is fake but the chain is real. He is
able to grow a little facial hair and sports a well trimmed
mustache.
History :
Like most Haflings, Westley has an upbeat personality. He
grew up incredibly poor. His parents were farmers who had been
shunned by their community for worshipping a different God.
They sold their farm and traveled, taking whatever work they
could find. The world can be hard and they found little kindness.
 When he was 17, his mother took ill with the plague and no
clerics would go near her for less than 100 Gold Pieces. He and his
father decided to break into a temple and steal a potion,
medicine, or anything that would help. They were caught in the
act and his father was killed. The guards restrained Westley as he
watched his father claw at the crossbow bolt sticking out of his
throat. Westley was beaten unconscious.
He was awakened the next morning and interrogated by the
head priest. Westley took the priest to the shanty town where he
had been living only to discover his mother had died. The priest
and his underlings apologized and set up a clinic to treat the poor
folks in the shanty town.
Westley was released from the Temple’s custody. He left
town but not before killing a pair of priests to even the score. This
time, he hid in an alley and ambushed the Priests and they left a
local tavern. He threw a dagger, striking one in the belly then
darted from the shadows to slice the hamstrings of the other.
They begged for their lives as Westley slit their throats from ear to
ear. He hid their bodies and disappeared into the night.
Westley is a self-taught thief. He has worked with a few
robbery crews and is willing to work with others. He feels all Gods
are equally worthless and he is entitled to steal anything he likes.
Above all else, he loves to steal. He especially loves to steal from
the rich. He has no problem killing anyone who gets in his way. He
has almost no mercy. His only true goal is to be as rich as possible.
All Normal Racial Bonuses.

Weapons :
Whip – 1d4
Short Sword – 1d6
Hand Crossbow – 1d6
8 daggers – 1d4

Studded Leather Armor

#4
Name : Runt Class : Fighter Alignment : LE
Race : Goliath
Gender : Male
Age : 22 Height : 6’ 6” Weight : 265 lbs
Eyes : Brown Hair : Bald

Appearance :
Runt is tall for a human but short for a Goliath. He is covered
in tribal style tattoos. His nose was broken years ago and is slightly
bent to the left. He wears a poncho made from a Grizzly Bear
hide. He often wears a head dress made from the bear’s head. He
sports the bear’s claws on a necklace and his ears are pierced with
its canine teeth. He wears Elk Skin leggings with a Lion cloth
decorated with the symbol of his people.
History :
Runt was the youngest of 8 children born to the great Goliath
Chief “Taron Stoneheart”. His birth name was “Horace
Stoneheart” but he was given the nickname “Runt” as a child. He
was the smallest man in the tribe and always had to fight to prove
himself. He trained himself to exhaustion and became a respected
warrior. He is an excellent grappler and is utterly fearless in battle.
At the age of 12, he tracked and killed a Grizzly bear with a dagger
he stole from his eldest brother.
The Stoneheart Tribe was betrayed by four other Goliath
tribes in a territorial war with a barbarian horde. The other tribes
blamed the Stonehearts for the war and agreed to banish them in
exchange for land. The Stonehearts were rounded up, their
ancestral talisman confiscated, and forced to leave.
Each of the 5 Tribes has an ancestral Talisman that gives their
leader increased stamina, increased wisdom, and the ability to
inspire troops. The Stoneheart’s talisman was a large emerald set
in a heart shaped piece of white marble that hung on a gold chain.
The Firehawk tribe’s talisman is a large oval Ruby set into a
scepter. The Iron Boar tribe’s talisman is a set of earrings made
from the tusks of a giant boar. The Mammoth tribe’s talisman is a
chest piece made from polished mammoth tusk with a large
sapphire set in the center. The Polar Bear tribe’s talisman is a
large Black Opal set in a belt buckle.
On Runt’s 20th birthday his father told him that any man who
posses all 5 talisman will have great power and the ability to crush
his enemies. He challenged his son to take the talismans and raise
the Stonehearts to glory. Runt left the next day. He sees anyone in
his way as an enemy. He longs to be a King and to bury every last
Goliath who betrayed his people.
All normal racial bonuses.

Weapons
Great Axe – 1d12
Great Bow – 1d10
2 daggers – 1d4

Hide Armor made from the grizzly bear he killed.

#5
Name : Dirk Ssambra Class : Wizard Alignment : Neutral
Race : Half Drow
Gender : Male
Age : 59 Height : 5’6” Weight : 165 lbs
Eyes : Amber Hair : Bald

Appearance :
Dirk walks slightly hunched over and has a hump on his back.
He walks with an Ironwood cane that has a black obsidian ball.
The cane doubles as a mace. He is bald and his head is covered in
tattoos of magic symbols. His Left arm is underdeveloped and he
has a clubbed right foot. He usually dressed in Blood Red Robes.
Dirk is very unattractive. He has a large hooked nose and is
missing several teeth. His face is pockmarked. His fingernails are
very long and filthy. He often smells bad and needs to be
reminded to bathe. He has large, bushy white eyebrows and
wears a full white beard.
History :
Dirk was born to Fredo Callum, a human thief living in
Menzoberranzen who was the lover of Haasze Bren’darth, the
matron mother of a low ranked house. Born crippled, he was left
as a sacrifice to Driders on an alter on the edge of the city. He lay
on the alter without making a sound as his family walked away.
The entire ceremony was watched from the shadows by a
male Drow wizard named Fennt Ssambra. After the family was
gone, Fennt gathered up the child and took him back to his home.
Haasze was furious when she returned to inspect the alter
and found no blood nor tracks from Driders. She put out a
&10,000 Gold piece bounty for the child and whomever took him.
She wanted them dead or alive.
Fennt named the child and raised him as his own. He was
hard on Dirk because he knew there would be no sympathy for a
cripple in the Underdark. They traveled the together, doing their
best to keep one step ahead of the bounty. Dirk is very bright,
creative, and has an amazing memory. His physical limitations
were difficult but he managed to succeed with his superior
intellect and iron will.
A length, they were caught by Haasze’s bounty hunters. They
were traveling with a trade caravan and were ambushed. Fennt
was mortally wounded and they took shelter in a cave. He used
the last of his energy to cast an illusion on the dead bodies of two
of their traveling companions while he and Dirk hid. The bounty
hunters seemed satisfied and carved the ears off the bodies to
bring back as proof.
 Fent died the next day and Dirk buried him in the cave. A few
weeks later, a spy who owed him a favor reported that the bounty
had been paid and Haasze believed they were dead.
Dirk decided to travel and spent the next two years making
his way to the surface. The Gods punished his body rewarded him
wind a strong mind. He was born to cruel people but raised by a
kind man. He is still figuring out who he wants to be and what
goals he wishes to achieve. His escape from the Underdark has
opened door he never knew existed.

Dirk’s has bonuses and penalties due to his unique heritage and
physical disabilities.
He suffers a – 3 to Strength and Dexterity
He receives a +3 to Intelligence and Constitution
He has dark vision of 120’

Weapons :
Cane / Mace – 1d6
2 daggers – 1d4
Blowgun – 1HP damage (30 poison darts. Each does 1d6 necrotic
damage. The target must make a Constitution Check and beat a
DC of 14. Half damage on a successful save. )
#6
Name : Seelya Silver-Britches Class : Druid Alignment : NG
Race : Forrest Gnome
Gender : Female
Age : 87 Height : 3’10” Weight : 44 lbs
Eyes : Blue Hair : Strawberry Blonde

Appearance :
Seelya usually wears her hair in pig tails decorated with
colorful ribbons. She has her own sense of style and has a dozen
favorite colors. She almost always wears sliver pants (Britches).
She wears knee high boots. One boot is red and the other blue.
Her blouses change daily…one day red, the other yellow, and pink
with purple sleeves the next. She is very attractive. She often dyes
her hair pink, purple, or even fluorescent green.
History :
Seelya was born and raised in a coven of Female Gnomish
Druids. Her mother (Tatyana) was a high ranking Druid. She never
knew her father but was told he was a good Gnome who lived in a
village far away. The women of the coven lived in an isolated
forest commune where they cared for the animals and the land.
She loved the coven and the commune but couldn’t suppress
her wanderlust. Seelya volunteered for every trip outside the
forest, no matter if it were a trip to town for supplies or 3 month
journey to visit their sister coven.
It was on one such trip to their sister coven that they
encountered a group of Goblins waiting to ambush them. Seelya
had been scouting a head of the party and spotted the ambush.
She lead her party around them. They returned a day later with
reinforcements and killed them all.
This only served to whet Seelya’s appetite for adventure.
Though she had been warned of the dangers of men, she was also
curious about them. She eventually wore her mother down and
received her blessing to leave the coven. She gathered up her
belonging, her pet badger (Roscoe), and bid a tearful farewell to
her loved ones then struck out on the open road.

Weapons :
Spear – 1d6
2 Daggers – 1d4
Leather Armor & Wooden Shield

Pet Badger “Roscoe” AC 12 HP 5

Bite – 1d4 piercing damage
Claw – 1d4 Slashing damage
#7
Name : Neeva Class : Paladin – Order of Selune
Race : Half Orc Alignment : LG
Gender : Female
Age : 28 Height : 6’5” Weight : 195 lbs
Eyes : Black Hair : Black with white streaks

Appearance :
Neeva is tall and lanky. She is attractive despite her Orcish
traits. She usually wears full plate mail painted purple. The
Breastplate is adorned with the symbol of Selune ( A Pair of Eyes
surrounded by 7 stars). Each shoulder plate boasts a pair of silver
bars, showing her rank as a Captain. When not in armor, she
prefers to dress in purple robes.
History :
Neeva’s knows nothing of her parents. As an infant, she was
given to the Order of Selune, an all Female organization of
priestesses and Knights. The order has several female half orcs.
She is very athletic and has little patience for study. She took to
weapons training naturally. Neeva is passionate about protecting
the weak, especially oppressed females. She is strong and has no
fear whatsoever.
The Order of Selune supports itself with mercenary work for good
causes. Though quite young, Neeva rose through the ranks ahead
of her peers. She distinguished herself in battle several times and
was promoted to the rank of Captain at the age of 22.
On rare occasions, Knights of Selune feel the call to travel,
help the weak and downtrodden, and be a visible example of
Female Strength. Neeva felt the call one morning during prayer.
She knelt alongside her sisters and bowed her head but couldn’t
help feeling her time could be better spent helping others. She
heard a voice chuckle in her ear and looked around but everyone
else was still immersed in prayer. She hear the voice again and it
said, “ Be at ease my daughter. Prayer is not your strength. You
are a warrior and I cannot bear to see you confined. You are
released. Travel the realms, spread my word, protect the weak,
and be a shining pillar for women to emulate.”
Neeva felt the presence of Selune as she spoke then
collapsed soon after. She awoke a day later to find the head
priestess at her side. Neeva describe the experience to the
priestess who listened intently. The priestess confessed she had
expected Neeva to hear the call some day and ,though she would
be sad, she knew it was time for her to go.
The Order of Selune outfitted her with a full set or armor,
weapons, gear, a good horse, and a few gold pieces. She was also
given a map showing the locations of sister chapters. The entire
order saw her off with a parade.
All normal racial bonuses.

Weapons :
Great Sword – 2d6 Slashing
Lance – 1d12
2 Daggers – 1d4
Light Crossbow – 1d8

Full Plate mail armor

Horse – name Daisy.

#8
Name : Barry Brambleberry Class : Cleric Alignment : NG
Race : Human
Gender : Male
Age : 23 Height : 5’10” Weight : 244 lbs
Eyes : Brown Hair: Brown

Appearance :
Barry is a hot mess. His hair is rarely combed. He wears a
beard but only because he hates to shave. Bits of food can often
be found in his whiskers. His personal hygiene is spotty, at best.
His clothes and armor are mismatched in color. He is short and
pudgy but powerfully built. He forever looks as if he just woke up.
History :
Barry comes from an obscenely wealthy family in Waterdeep.
He was heir to a fortune that would make a dragon jealous. He
was lazy and entitled and his parents threatened to cut him out of
the will unless he gave at least 10 years of his life to public service.
He volunteered to work at the Temple where the family
worshipped, hoping it would be the easiest way to satisfy his
parents. He soon found himself feeding the poor and assisting
senior clerics with sick and dying people in the poorest parts of
town. At length, his spoiled attitude began to fade and he poured
his heart into helping the poor. He worked tirelessly, often staying
in the slums for days at a time.
It was while helping care for an elderly woman who was dying
that he got into trouble. Her landlord came to collect the rent but
she could not pay. Barry reached into his own purse to pay but
the landlord refused. He had new tenets and wanted her out. He
didn’t care if she died in the streets. Barry lost his temper and
beat the man in front of a crowd.
The lady died in her sleep that night and Barry was
overwhelmed with grief. The landlord returned with a pair of
thugs and attacked Barry. He fought ferociously, knocking one
thug unconscious, breaking the other’s arm, and killing the
landlord. The landlord struck Barry with his mace but the young
priest wrestled it away from the man and used it to crush his skull.
The incident caused his family a great deal of money and
embarrassment. Barry was sentenced to 2 years of hard labor.
After his prison term, his father disowned him and cut off all
contact. His mother still keeps in touch and sends him money
from time to time.
Barry is lazy only in his appearance and physical hygiene. He
has come to love travel and is a tireless advocate of the poor.
Weapons :
Mace – 1d6
2 daggers – 1d4
Light Crossbow – 1d8

Armor – Breast plate – Green

Shield – Red with white stripes
Thigh plates – White
Shin guards – One is Yellow the other is Orange
#9
Name : Gina Starflower Class : Fighter Alignment : NG
Race : Half-Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 48 Height : 5’10” Weight : 187 lbs
Eyes : Blue / Green Hair: Black & Gray

Appearance :
Gina received none of the typical Elven beauty that her
parentage promised. Her Left eye is Blue and the Right is Green.
Her hair is in dreadlocks, though not intentionally. She is missing
her 4 front teeth and has a scar from cleft palette surgery. She has
a broad, flat nose that appears to have been broken more than
once. Her elven ears have been clipped of their points. She has a
slight mustache and 2 tear drop tattoos on the corner of her right
eye. She is fairly tall and solidly built. She is covered in tattoos of
skulls, daggers, snakes, demons, etc.
History :
Gina’s mother was human a tavern waitress named Behula
who had an on again and off again affair with a half assed Elven
Ranger named Dario Starflower who would frequent her tavern.
Dario would drink himself into a stupor and take Behula home
with him. As I’m sure you guessed, Behula became pregnant.
 She and Dario were both unhappy about it… but they
married and tried to be a family. One day, Dario went out for
some pipe tobacco and never returned. A few years later, Behula
went to town to buy some new knitting needles and never
returned.
Gina raised herself from the age of 14. She took a job
cleaning and cooking at a local boarding house. There she
struggled to fight off the advances of drunken thugs until she
could earn enough money to leave town.
She eventually got work as a caravan guard and sometime
sailor by posing as a man. She traveled all over Toril. In her
travels, she learned to fight from anyone who would teach her
and developed her own brutal style. She was eventually able to
stand up for herself and no longer had to pretend to be a man to
get work. Her toughness and work ethic earned her a reputation
that helps her get work when she needs it.
Weapons :
Long Bow – 1d8
Longsword – 1d8
4 daggers – 1d4
Net

Armor – Chain Shirt + Shield

#10
Name : Hondo Hammersmith Class : Barbarian – Totem Warrior
Race : Mountain Dwarf Tiger Totem Spirit
Gender : Male Alignment: NG
Age : 72 Height : 4’11” Weight : 185 lbs
Eyes : Gold Hair: Blonde

Appearance :
Hondo is an imposing figure. His face seems forever fixed in a
scowl. His beard and mustache are thick but well groomed. He
wears a handlebar mustache and his long, braided beard hangs
just above his belt. A half chewed / half smoked cigar usually
hangs out one side of his mouth. He often wears a headdress
made from the head of a snow tiger. He dresses in buckskin pants
and moccasins and a coat made of the tiger’s pelt. He wears a
buckskin lion cloth decorated with a Tiger that has a hammer in
it’s mouth.
History :
Hondo was born to a good family in a northern Mountain
Dwarf clan. As a young Dwarf, he loved to fish and hunt. His father
(Harvey) expected him to follow in the family tradition and
become a weapons smith. He tried but he hated being cooped up
in a forge and would always run away to hunt and fish. After a few
days, he would return and face his father’s angry tirades.
Each Spring, a tribe of Barbarians of the Snow Tiger Clan
would stop to camp in the area. Hondo’s people would trade with
them and sell them goods. Hondo’ father usually sold them a few
swords and axes. One year, the chief commissioned Hondo’s
father to make him a great, two handed sword. The father and
son worked very hard to make an excellent sword. The Chief was
pleased with the blade and invited the family to a feast.
At the feast, Hondo’s father presented him with a beautiful
War Hammer. After dinner, Chief Gregor and Harvey took Hondo
into his tent and offered him a drink. After a while his father and
the chief offered Hondo the opportunity to travel with the Snow
Tiger Clan for a year and see if he liked the lifestyle. Hondo was
thrilled. Though he would miss his family, he couldn’t resist the
opportunity to see more of the world and find adventure.
Hondo stayed with Chief Gregor and the Snow Tigers for
twenty years. He left after the Chief’s funeral and went home for
a few months but the call of the open road was too strong and he
soon found himself happily hunting.
Weapons :
War Hammer – 1d8
Dwarven Great bow – 1d10
2 hand axes – 1d6
2 bowie knives – 1d4

Unarmored Defense
#11
Name : Vicente “El Gallo” Fernandez Class : Bard
Race : Human Alignment: NG
Gender : Male
Age : 26 Height : 6’2” Weight : 145 lbs
Eyes : Black Hair: Black

Appearance :
Vicente is dashing and handsome. He is tall and very thin. He
seems to walk with a natural strut. He wears his hair slicked back
and sports a thick, well trimmed mustache. He wears tailored,
form fitting jackets and pants. His clothes are usually black and
decorated with elaborate gold filigree stitching. He wears a
jeweled broach made of gold, rubies, and emeralds designed to
look like a Rooster. He also has tattoos of Roosters on both
shoulders. He often wears a sombrero with the name “El Gallo”
written on it. He is impeccably groomed and smells faintly of fine
cologne.
History :
Known as “El Gallo” to his fans, Vicente is a Guitar Prodigy. He
could play the guitar before he could speak. His performances are
captivating and he is incredibly charismatic.
He grew up very poor in Chult. His father, (Julio) was a guitarist
and vegetable farmer and his mother (Felina) was a seamstress
and tavern singer. He had 5 brothers and 2 sisters. Their house
was always full of music. They were poor but happy.
When he was just 14, a plague swept through Chult. He lost
both parents, 3 brothers, and both of his sisters. He too nearly
died and lost a great deal of strength. It took him almost 3 years
to recover.
Vicente’s older brothers Chuey and Javier took over the farm.
Once he was well, Vicente left home to play guitar in the big city.
He would return from time to time to give his brothers money and
help out on the farm.
After a few years, his brothers were doing quite well. They
urged him to develop his talent and use it as a ticket to see the
world. Vicente bid his brothers goodbye and left, seeking out the
greatest guitar players everywhere he went. He dreams of
someday owning his own concert hall back in Chult.
Vicente is passionate but prone to arrogance and has a short
temper. He is healthy now but lost strength after the surviving the
plague. He is an amazingly generous friend and a wicked enemy.

Instead of the normal Human racial bonuses, Vicente gets a +2 to

Charisma and a +2 to Dexterity. He suffers a – 2 for wisdom and a
– 1 to Strength.
Weapons :
Rapier – 1d8
6 daggers – 1d4
Hand Crossbow – 1d6

Instruments – Guitar
Flute
Harmonica
#12
Name : Zola Revenant Class : Monk – Way of the Open Hand
Race : Hill Dwarf Alignment: NG
Gender : Female
Age : 49 Height : 4’2” Weight : 117 lbs
Eyes : Light Blue Hair: Pink

Appearance :
Zola dyes her hair pink with light blue streaks. She has big
light blue eyes and freckles. She dresses in pink leggings, a Light
Blue flannel Kilt, Light Blue Boots, and a pink hoodie with a light
blue image of an open hand on the front. She wears several
earrings in each ear and a small diamond stud nose piercing in the
left side of her nose. Unlike some Dwarven women, she does not
have a beard. She has multiple tattoos of Unicorns on her arms
and legs. She has the word “THUG” tattooed on the knuckles of
her right hand and the word “LIFE” on the knuckles of her left
hand. She also wears a thick leather belt with a Golden Horse
Shoe belt buckle.
History :
Zola’s Hill Dwarf Clan was largely wiped out by an Orc Horde
when she was only 20 years old. The survivors were taken in by a
larger clan but given no status or lands. Her family left a few years
later. Her father was an excellent carpenter and blacksmith. Her
mother was a first class baker. After a few months of wandering,
they found a monastery run by the “Monks of Many Paths”. The
monks gladly hired them. She and her mother cooked and cleaned
while her father worked as a blacksmith and handyman.
The “Monks of Many Paths” take men and women of all
races. Their goals are to strive for peace, to explore the world,
explore your own individuality, to defend those who cannot
defend themselves, and find God wherever he or she may be. The
Monks have many small monasteries all over the Realms.
These ideals appealed to Zola and, with her parent’s blessing,
she began to train as a monk. She took to the training with great
ease and soon progressed past her peers.
It was while meditating in the forest that she awoke to the
sounds of struggle. She found a pair of Orc’s trying to subdue a
small Unicorn. She sprinted toward the battle and knocked one
Orcs unconscious with a flying kick to the side of the head. The
Unicorn had a lasso around it’s neck but was able to pull free.
 As she and the second Orc squared off, she felt a warm
feeling spread across her chest and time seemed to slow down.
She seemed to be able to move much faster than normal and her
opponent seemed slow.
Zola dodged a clumsy battle axe swipe and launched a flurry
of blows. She kicked him in the groin then belted him with an
uppercut when he bent over, stomped on his right foot then
jammed her thumbs in his eyes. The 250 pound Orc screeched in
pain as she dug her thumbsinto his eye sockets until she felt
something pop. She released the beast and he stumbled
backwards, tripping over his unconscious comrade.
She turned to the Unicorn and removed the Lasso from its
neck. She heard a voice in her head say, “Thank you. Those thugs
caught me by surprise. I hope you don’t mind that I cast a spell on
you ?”
“Oh…that’s why I could move so fast. Glad I could help you.”, Zola
replied.
“You’re one tough woman… you’re more of a Thug than these two
jokers.” The Unicorn joked.
The Unicorn thanked her again then she tied up the Orcs.
They dragged them to the Monastery where they would stand
trial. Her parents and the Monks were stunned to see her with the
Magical beast. Before leaving, the Unicorn asked Zola to remove
one of its golden horseshoes. She did and it instructed her to wear
it as a necklace or belt. It will increase her agility and mark her as
a friend to Horses, Pegasus, and Unicorns everywhere.
At some point, every member of the Monks of Many Paths
must leave the Monastery to travel, spread the word, and help
those in need. Zola left a few weeks after rescuing the Unicorn.
During her travels, she occasionally runs into Unicorns and they
sometimes help her.

Weapons :
6 Chakram – 1d6 range 20/60
( Chakram are razor Sharp metal rings about 12” in diameter. They
are a ranged weapon thrown at targets. )
Leather Cestus fist wraps padded and studded with metal buttons.
Staff – 1d6
No armor.

Enchanted Unicorn Horseshoe – Adds +1 to Dexterity.

Gives +2 to all animal handling rolls when working with horses.
Allows the owner to telepathically communicate with Horses,
Unicorns, and Pegasus.

#13
Name : Evan Eveningstar Class : Rogue ( Swashbuckler )
Race : Moon Elf Alignment: NG
Gender : Male
Age : 99 Height : 6’1” Weight : 175 lbs
Eyes : Hazel Green Hair: Brown

Appearance :
Evan is anything but forgettable. He sports a pair of beautiful,
jeweled rapiers carried in ornately decorated scabbards. He wears
fine jewelry and expensive clothes. He is missing the pinky finger
on his right hand as well at the top third of his left ear. He also has
a scar that runs diagonally across his face from his left ear to the
corner of his mouth. Evan cuts a striking figure. Despite his scars,
he is handsome even for an Elf. He is tall and lithe and has the
kind of smile that makes you worry he is already 3 steps ahead of
you.
History :
Evan was raised in an unusually large Elven family of great
wealth and nobility. He was the youngest of 5 children. He has 4
sisters ; Sera, Gelena, Estay, and Frya. His father (Yora) died in the
Orc wars when he was only 35 years old. From an early age, he
was left to fend for himself. His mother (Deena) was quite old
when he was born (650 years old.) and even the youngest of the
sisters was 200 years older than him. They seemed preoccupied
with finding wealthy husbands.
Evan felt invisible. He would leave home for days at a time or
skip school for a week and no one seemed to notice. He hated
school and longed to be an acrobat and an actor but his mother
forbade it. However, her indifference made it easy to defy her.
Evan stole the money he need to study gymnastics and take
acting lessons. He began to hang around the theatre crowd, even
playing a few small roles in plays. As time wore on, he played
bigger and bigger roles. He studied swordplay, throwing himself
into his lessons until he began to surpass his teachers.
All was well except an older Elf named Vola constantly picked
on him and belittled him. Vola seemed to bully the entire acting
troupe. He hated Evan because he came from wealth. On
occasion, Vola would even smack Evan across the face in front of
others. Evan was terrified and Vola knew it.
One day, during a rehearsal, Vola insulted him for forgetting a
line. Vola smacked him and Evan was instantly livid. He spat in
Vola’s face and was immediately challenged to a duel. Vola
stormed off to his dressing room and returned with a pair of
rapiers.
Though he was terrified, Evan snatched one of the blades
defiantly. It was clear a few seconds into the duel that Evan was
twice the athlete of his opponent. He began to taunt Vola. Evan
slapped him across the buttocks with the flat of the blade and
even disarmed the elder elf twice. His opponent was furious but
refused to quit. Evan toyed with him, embarrassing him in front of
their colleagues. It was the most fun he had ever had.
At length, he gave the elder elf a chance to bow out of the
duel gracefully only to be rewarded with a slash across the face
the second he let his guard down. Vola sliced off the top of Evan’s
Left ear and left a gash that ran diagonally across his face to the
corner of his mouth.
Evan flew into a rage and began to cut Vola to shreds. He
stabbed and slashed the elder elf until he was bleeding from a
dozen wounds. He then blinded Vola with a pair of pokes to the
eyes but not before slicing off his nose and ears. Vola flailed
blindly with his blade and Evan laughed maniacly until a wild
swing chopped the pinky finger off his right hand. Luckily Evan is
left handed. The wound only added fuel to the fire and he cut off
both of Vola’s hands.
Evan turned to his fellow actors in hopes they would cheer
his handiwork but he found them shocked and speechless. Vola
dropped to his knees and begged Evan for forgiveness. He begged
for a priest to cure his wounds. He begged Evan to let him live.
The younger Elf pulled out his dagger, cut out the Vola’s tongue,
pierced his eardrums, and walked away…… He would never be
invisible again….He would never be bullied again.
 Evan loves to steal and will work with burglary crews. What
he loves most is humiliating or killing bullies. He’s also fond of his
mother’s money.

All normal racial bonuses.

Weapons :
2 rapiers – 1d8
6 daggers – 1d4
Hand Crossbow 1d6