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Health: (As everyone starts at 0, they will only get 1 HP plus whatever they might get from their Constitution Modifier. If you happen to have less then 0 to you're modifier you just have 1 HP)
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Inventory: (Items in your Current Possession. Do keep in mind your encumbrance level as well as logical stuff; sure you could carry 200 pounds of feathers easily with your 18 strength, but that's still a sack of feathers that's probably bigger than a horse. Remember, all you have is your background items. Nothing else.)
Background: (Whatever your background is, expanded. Don't just say that you're a soldier; what did you do during your time there? How or why did you arrive to Frontier in the context of your Background? So on and so forth.)

Name: Katalmach Marchrosias
Race: Half-Orc
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 3
Stats:
Strength - 17 (+3)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 15 (+2)
Intelligence - 8 (-1)
Wisdom - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 8 (-1)

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Intimidation (+0), Perception (+2),
Proficient Tools: Sea Vehicles, Cook's Utensils

Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your orc blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Menacing - You gain proficiency in the Intimidation skill.
Relentless Endurance - When you are reduced to 0 hit points but not killed outright, you can drop to 1 hit point instead. You can't use this feature again until you finish a long rest.
Savage Attacks - When you score a critical hit with a melee weapon attack, you can roll one of the weapon's damage dice one additional time and add it to the extra damage of the critical hit.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common and Orc. Orc is a harsh, grating language with hard consonants. It has no script of its own but is written in the Dwarvish script.
Bad Reputation - No matter where you go, people are afraid of you due to your reputation. When you are in a civilized settlement, you can get away with minor criminal offenses, such as refusing to pay for food at a tavern or breaking down doors at a local shop, since most people will not report your activity to the authorities.

Abilities: None
Inventory: An oar (greatclub), 50 feet of silk rope, a pipe that blows bubbles, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp.

Background: Katalmach was the son of an orcish pirate raider, his mother being a dock whore who happened to catch his father's fancy. He was a regular of hers and when she gave birth to little Kat, his father decided to take his bastard child with him onto the high seas once Kat was old enough to stand on his own two feet. Growing up on a orcish raiding ship wasn't nice for such a young kid; the orcs were gruff and violent, and Kat had to learn when to stand up for himself and went to listen to his betters. Fortunately for Katalmach, he was pretty good at staying on the other orcs good side; not just because his father was the First Mate to the captain, but also because Kat knew how to cook a mean meal. Katalmach, like many cabin boys, Kat had the duty of helping the ship's chef make the meals for the pirates, and the ship's chef tends to be whoever woke up late that morning. Kat took it upon himself to do the cooking, mainly so he could get a better meal, but learned he had a knack for it.

As Katalmach got older he was eventually just promoted to becoming the ship's cook while new cabin boys were added to the ship. Kat and his father had quite a prosperous career as pirates, and even Katalmach got in on the action sometimes. Granted most of those times he's defending the ship, but by the time he was the tender age of fourteen he had managed to kill a man. Granted, it was a dying man, but Kat still took the knife to his throat if only to give him a quick death. Kat got a taste for blood and learned the pirate's swagger, and on land he was right there with the other chums of his to get into brawls and fights with other crews and gang whenever they made reached a port. Indeed, Kat was rising up in the ranks rather well, and hoped that one day he would be able to become a proper raider like his father. But that day would not come.

As their outfit grew bigger, their captain got greedier. They hit bigger ships and got bigger hauls, but the captain always gave himself a bigger cut. While this was somewhat understandable among the orcish pirates, it was obvious to them that the captain was also hording not just the wealth, but also powerful magical items. Items that the crew members wished to have themselves. Katalmach's father sensed this and tried to convince the captain to be more generous, but he wouldn't hear it; he was the captain, the strongest on the ship, and anyone who thought otherwise would have to show him by force. And soon enough that happened. A particularly ambition charlatan managed to rally more than half of the crew against the captain and staged a mutiny. Katalmach and his father was caught in the middle, with his father trying to defend his captain up until the captain got impaled on four spears. Before Kat's father could flee, the traitor who staged the mutiny decapitated him with the captain's own magic cutlass. Katalmach father's final act for his son before his head was severed from his shoulders was cutting the ropes to a life boat his son was inside, allowing Katalmach to row to safety. But that one moment in his life made Kat question where his life would go from here, as in a flash he lost everything; his family, his ship, and his future.

For a long time Kat was homeless, using what he learned as a pirate to scare commoners into giving him gold or just being a menace to society. Of course it wasn't long before the law came looking for him, forcing Katalmach to go on the run. He had no idea where to go from here aside from perhaps joining a bandit outfit. That's when he heard about these new Frontier town. A place where people like him, who have no where to go and nothing to their name, could work hard and earn a new life for themselves. Eager to move on from his tragedy, the orc took what little he had, including his father's old novelty pipe, and sought out this town.

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Name: Myrn Atisha “Redchaser”
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 10 (+0)
Dexterity - 16 (+3)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 16 (+3)
Charisma - 9 (-1)

Proficient Skills: Animal Handling (+4), Perception (+4), Survival (+4)
Proficient Tools: Cartographers Tools, Land Vehicles
Traits:
Darkvision - Accustomed to twilit forests and the night sky, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Keen Senses - You have proficiency in the Perception skill.
Fey Ancestry - You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.
Trance - Elves don't need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is "trance.") While meditating, you can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common and Elvish. Elvish is fluid, with subtle intonations and intricate grammar. Elven literature is rich and varied, and their songs and poems are famous among other races. Many bards learn their language so they can add Elvish ballads to their repertoires.
Elf Weapon Training - You have proficiency with the longsword, shortsword, shortbow, and longbow.
Fleet of Foot - Your base walking speed increases to 35 feet.
Mask of the Wild - You can attempt to hide even when you are only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena.
Rustic Hospitality - Since you come from the ranks of the common folk, you fit in among them with ease. You can find a place to hide, rest, or recuperate among other commoners, unless you have shown yourself to be a danger to them. They will shield you from the law or anyone else searching for you, though they will not risk their lives for you.

Abilities: None
Inventory: Cartographer’s Tools, a machete, an iron pot, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp
Background: Something of a local celebrity in the Frontier Town, Myrn is Daeghun’s adopted daughter. He found her one day alone in the forest as a young child, with no memories of what happened to her family aside that she remembers them dropping her off in the forest and leaving. He took her in and raised her as his own, and she quickly learned from him, capable of using even an adult longbow by the time she was around ten years old. Thanks to Daeghun’s parenting she became a happy and productive member of the Frontier Town, and earned their gratitude one day when the Frontier Town was facing a famine. Bad weather resulted in a bad crop yield and and an influx in predators in the area drove away most of the game the hunters would’ve hunted, with the predators themselves being either too wiley or not meaty enough to feed the village.

Myrn however knew of a creature known as the Red Bear, a powerful but peaceful apex predator who could drive out the excess predators and bring peace back to the forest. Using a fat tuna imported from the inner sea, Myrn sought out this bear in a journey that took seven days. She braved rough weather and being chased by predators seeking her fatty tuna, but soon she found the Red Bear. Using the Tuna to lure the bear back to her neck of the woods, the Red bear drove off the excess of predators, and shortly after choose to stay in the forest as his new home. Slowly regular game returned, allowing the hunters to supply meat to the townsfolk again. For her actions Myrn was given the status of a hero among the Frontier Town, as well as the title of “Redchaser” for bringing the Red Bear to protect their woods.

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Name: Dormic
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 11 (+0)
Dexterity - 12 (+1)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 16 (+3)
Charisma - 10 (+0)

Proficient Skills: Insight (+4), Medicine (+4), Religion (+3)
Proficient Tools: Herbalism Tools
Traits:
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Sylvan, and Primordial.
Skills - You gain proficiency in one skill of your choice. (Insight)
Feat - You gain one feat of your choice. (Magic Initiate)
Discovery - Dormic has discovered hints of history and civilization in his quiet seclusion in the woods of the Frontier Town, and suspects that with further investigation and exploration he could uncover secrets lost to the sands of time, unearthing a great mystery that slept underneath their very noses. It’s through this discovery that Domric even discovered his own innate magic, which seems different from the usual systems of magic that perminate through the world.

Abilities:
Magic Initiate: Druid (Feat) -

• Cantrips: Produce Flame, Shillelagh
• 1st Level Spell: Goodberry 1/day

Inventory: A scroll case stuffed full of plant clippings and dried herbs, a winter blanket, a set of common clothes, a herbalism kit, and 5 gp

Background: Dormic came to the Frontier Town seeking a vision he had as a child. He remembers a grant forest untouched by mortals. Here, if he meditated and studied, he would be touched by ancient powers from history long forgotten, to bring back memories that have vanished from existence. Since then Dormic has always been an odd child, seemingly thoughtless, unfocused, yet highly capable in certain subjects. Somehow at a young age he learned how to speak the fey tongue, which shocked his family. He was sent to a temple under the fears that he was possessed, but the clergy sensed no outside influence upon the child. Still he remained with the temple, learning a bit about their religion and how to offer his services to the common folk.

That is until he became fifteen years old and received another vision. A vision of the Frontier Town, and how they would bring a tragedy upon them unknowingly. He knew what he must do; Dormic left the temple and sought out this town, traveling for many months alone, on foot, with very little on his person. He often starved, but his mental fortitude could not have been shaken. Soon he found the town, relieved that he reached it before disaster had. He stayed in town for a short while, earning himself some food and supplies before leaving again that morning to find the grand tree that he saw as a child. Sure enough deep into the woods where no mortal has been, he found the tree. As he foresaw in his vision Dormic meditated under this tree for twenty days and twenty nights, never moving, never leaving, even as bugs crawled into him and his body shriveled from hunger and thirst.

At the end of those twenty days Dormic returned to town, in dire need of food and medicine, but enlighten. There was nothing more he could learn, but he knew he was now on the right path. Since then Dormic has lived in the town and offered his skills and magical services to those in need, often sleeping outside among nature even when offered room and board. Though vague, he simply wishes to assist the town and protect it from danger that will befall it. He tends to weird people out but he’s done nothing but good things for them since he’s arrived.

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Name: Ntaj Yaj
Race: Tortle
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 3
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 12 (+1)
Constitution - 14 (+2)
Intelligence - 8 (-1)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Perception (+3), Survival (+3)
Proficient Tools: Guzheng, Dice
Traits:
Claws - Your claws are natural weapons, which you can use to make unarmed strikes. If you hit with them, you deal slashing damage equal to 1d4 + your Strength modifier, instead of the bludgeoning damage normal for an unarmed strike.
Hold Breath - You can hold your breath for up to 1 hour at a time. Tortles aren't natural swimmers, but they can remain underwater for some time before needing to come up for air.
Natural Armor - Due to your shell and the shape of your body, you are ill-suited to wearing armor. Your shell provides ample protection, however; it gives you a base AC of 17 (your Dexterity modifier doesn't affect this number). You gain no benefit from wearing armor, but if you are using a shield, you can apply the shield's bonus as normal.
Shell Defense - You can withdraw into your shell as an action. Until you emerge, you gain a +4 bonus to AC, and you have advantage on Strength and Constitution saving throws. While in your shell, you are prone, your speed is 0 and can't increase, you have disadvantage on Dexterity saving throws, you can't take reactions, and the only action you can take is a bonus action to emerge from your shell.
Survival Instinct - You gain proficiency in the Survival skill. Tortles have finely honed survival instincts.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Primordial Aquan, Common, and Draconic.
All Eyes on You - Your accent, mannerisms, figures of speech, and perhaps even your appearance all mark you as foreign. Curious glances are directed your way wherever you go, which can be a nuisance, but you also gain the friendly interest of scholars and others intrigued by far-off lands, to say nothing of everyday folk who are eager to hear stories of your homeland. You can parley this attention into access to people and places you might not otherwise have, for you and your traveling companions. Noble lords, scholars, and merchant princes, to name a few, might be interested in hearing about your distant homeland and people.

Abilities: None
Inventory: One set of traveler's clothes, Guzheng, coloring book with crayons, silver amulet, and a pouch containing 5 gp
Background: A mysterious figure in the Frontier Town. While it’s expected that they’ll get all sorts of strange characters, not many has ever even heard of a Tortle before, let alone seen one. Ntaj himself doesn’t seem to be particularly talkative and in fact most people believe he may have some sort of brain damage due to his childlike mentality compared to his very adult strength and ability. Most take pity on him as he lacks a certain coordination and knowledge to work normally, so different people throughout the village takes turn taking care of him. Still he’s not completely useless, as he’s quite skilled with the strange instrument her brought with him, and one cannot underestimate his ability in a fight; not only does he have a naturally tough shell to break through, but he knows how to use those claws of his and he loves to wrestle.

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Name: Ashley “Ashe” Blacksteel
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 4
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Constitution - 16 (+3)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 8 (-1)

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Insight (+3)
Proficient Tools: Smith's Tools
Traits:
Speed - 25 feet. Your speed is not reduced by wearing heavy armor or encumbrance.
Darkvision - You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Dwarven Resilience - You have advantage on saving throws against being poisoned, and you have resistance against poison damage.
Dwarven Combat Training - You have proficiency with the battleaxe, handaxe, light hammer, and warhammer.
Dwarven Armor Training - You have proficiency with light and medium armor.
Tool Proficiency - You gain proficiency with one of smith's tools, brewer's supplies, or mason's tools. (Smith’s Tools)
Stonecunning - Whenever you make a History check related to the origin of stonework, you are considered proficient in the History skill and add double your proficiency bonus to the check, instead of your normal proficiency bonus.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Dwarvish, Orcish, Gnomish
Watcher’s Eye - Your experience in enforcing the law, and dealing with lawbreakers, gives you a feel for local laws and criminals. You can easily find the local outpost of the watch or a similar organization, and just as easily pick out the dens of criminal activity in a community, although you're more likely to be welcome in the former locations rather than the latter.

Inventory: Militia Trainee Armor, a brass horn, a set of manacles, and a pouch containing 10 gp.
Background: Ashe is the literary redheaded stepchild of Tarkin Blacksteel, the Temple of Torag’s bishop. Though biologically the daughter of Tarkin and his late wife, as her own birth resulted in the death of her mother, she’s always been given the worst of it in her family. However a dwarf’s duty is to endure hardship not matter the source, so she takes her punishment with pride and seeks to earn her father’s approval by one day mastering the art of the forge, as well as protecting others in the name of Torag. She came to the Frontier Town when it was first starting to form, and quickly joined the town’s militia at the ripe age of eleven. Having been taught by her older siblings the basic of dwarven weapon and armor training, she was easily able to handle the basics better than most recruits, though she still has a lot to learn in terms of military tactics and discipline.

Ashe also takes it upon herself to protect the town from threats both inside and out. A model citizen for most of the adults, but a pain in the ass for the younger folk who just want to have a little bit of fun. Ashe has no tolerance for foolishness and unlike her father’s temple, she has full authority to confront and arrest townsfolk who are causing trouble. As a symbol of her authority, she always walks around town in her militia armor; though it’s protective qualities are rather low as it’s mainly meant to train recruits to get used to the heavy and cumbersome bulk of heavy armor, it does at least look somewhat intimidating towards the untrained and uneducated ruffians and scoundrels.

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Name: Selena Riovas
Race: Ixalan Vampire
Age: 45
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1
Strength - 8 (-1)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 10 (+0)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 17 (+3)

Proficient Skills: History (+2), Persuasion (+3)
Proficient Tools: Chess
Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Vampiric Resistance - You have resistance to necrotic damage.
Blood Thirst - You can drain blood and life energy from a willing creature, or one that is grappled by you, incapacitated, or restrained. Make a melee attack against the target. If you hit, you deal 1 piercing damage and 1d6 necrotic damage. The target’s hit point maximum is reduced by an amount equal to the necrotic damage taken, and you regain hit points equal to that amount. The reduction lasts until the target finishes a long rest. The target dies if this effect reduces its hit point maximum to 0. A humanoid killed in this way becomes a null.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Vampire, and Infernal.
Feast of Blood - When you drain blood with your Bloodthirst ability, you experience a surge of vitality. Your speed increases by 10 feet, and you gain advantage on Strength and Dexterity checks and saving throws for 1 minute.
Vampiric Exhaustion - As an action, you can transform the lower half of your body into an inky black vapor, allowing you to float through the air. While transformed, you have a flying speed of 30 feet. You can maintain this form for up to 10 minutes. Once you use this ability, you can’t use it again until you finish a short or long rest.
Knight Retainer - A knighthood is among the lowest noble titles in most societies, but it can be a path to higher status. If you wish to be a knight, choose the Retainers feature (see the sidebar) instead of the Position of Privilege feature. One of your commoner retainers is replaced by a noble who serves as your squire, aiding you in exchange for training on his or her own path to knighthood. Your two remaining retainers might include a groom to care for your horse and a servant who polishes your armor (and even helps you put it on). As an emblem of chivalry and the ideals of courtly love, you might include among your equipment a banner or other token from a noble lord or lady to whom you have given your heart—in a chaste sort of devotion (This person could be your bond).

Abilities: None

Inventory: A set of fine clothes, a signet ring, a scroll of pedigree, and a purse containing 25 gp
Background: Lucilia’s daughter, a young woman with ambitions of greater glory. She decided to move to the Frontier Town alongside her mother in hopes of gathering power by any means necessary; she’s even gone so far as to commision, hire, and contract a variety of henchmen to serve her in her pursuit of glory. Selene fancies herself a powerful spellcaster despite having no specific spellcasting ability, but she believes that her very bloodline would grant her the magic powers she’d need so long as she tests herself constantly.

Name: Darc
Race: Winged Tiefling
Age: 144
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 10 (+0)
Dexterity - 16 (+3)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 10 (+0)
Charisma - 14 (+2)

Proficient Skills: Deception (+3) Sleight of Hand (+4)
Proficient Tools: Disguise Kit, Forgery Kit
Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your infernal heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Hellish Resistance - You have resistance to fire damage.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common and Infernal.
Winged - You have bat-like wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. You have a flying speed of 30 feet while you aren't wearing heavy armor. This trait replaces the Infernal Legacy trait.

Abilities: None
Inventory: A set of fine clothes, a disguise kit, Deck of Marked Cards, and a belt pouch containing 15 gp
Background: A demon who was contracted by Selene to serve her for her lifetime, and in exchange she’d host him in the mortal world. Amused by the prospect of being allowed to do what he wishes in the mortal world, he accepted. However transitioning from the demon world into the mortal world was not entirely without its drawbacks; he lost much of his demonic strength and became a tiefling, a human of fiendish origins, despite having been a demon before. So he became more human coming to the mortal world than he was outside of it. Didn’t bother Darc too much however; wasn’t as if he was that powerful of a demon anyways. And now that he was in the Frontier Town, he was eager to try and find a new way to increase his potential.

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Name: Gadget
Race: Revenant Gnome
Age: 78
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 8 (-1)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 12 (-1)
Intelligence - 17 (+3)
Wisdom - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Insight (+2), Persuasion (+2)
Proficient Tools: Tinker Tools
Traits:
Speed - 25 feet.
Darkvision - You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Gnome Cunning - You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Gnomish, and Halfling.
Relentless Nature - You gain the following benefits so long as your goal is incomplete.

• If you are below half your hit point maximum at the start of your turn, you regain 1 hit point.
• If you die, you return to life 24 hours after death. If your body is destroyed, you reform within 1 mile of the place of your death at a spot determined by the DM. If your equipment was also destroyed, you do not regain it.
• You know the distance and direction between you and any creature involved in your goal, such as a person you seek vengeance against or someone you pledged to defend. This awareness fails if the creature is on another plane of existence.

Abilities: None
Inventory: Tinker Tools, Merchant Guild badge, a set of traveler’s clothes, and a belt pouch containing 15 gp
Background: An old friend of Lucilia’s. When she was among the living, she was one of Lucilla's many partners in crime, inventing gadgets and equipment to help her friend with various jobs and heists. However one day Gadget was taken by necromancers and held hostage. Lucilia hatched a scheme to save her friend, but in the end the gnome was as good as dead. Unable to accept the lost of her dear friend, Lucilia resorted to a vile ritual to bind Gadget into servitude; turning her into a revenant. Normally such creatures could not last more than a year without a purpose, and so Lucilia created a purpose for her; to serve her and protect her family. And so Gadget continues to do so into her unlife, not serving Selene to ensure her success.

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Name: Servanus
Race: Naga
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 4
Stats:
Strength - 15 (+3)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 16 (+3)
Intelligence - 9 (-1)
Wisdom - 8 (-1)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Sleight of Hand (+3), Stealth (+3)
Proficient Tools: Disguise Kit, Thieve’s Tools, Poisoner’s Kit
Traits:
Speed Burst - By lowering your body to the ground and propelling yourself with your arms, you can move more quickly for a time. As a bonus action on your turn, if you have both hands free, you can increase your walking speed by 5 feet until the end of your turn.
Natural Weapons - Your fanged maw and constricting serpentine body are natural weapons, which you can use to make unarmed strikes. If you hit with your bite, you deal piercing damage equal to 1d4 + your Strength modifier, and your target must make a Constitution saving throw (DC 8 + your proficiency bonus + your Constitution modifier). On a failed save, the target takes 1d4 poison damage. If you hit with your constrict attack, you deal bludgeoning damage equal to 1d6 + your Strength modifier, and the target is grappled (escape DC 8 + your proficiency bonus + your Strength modifier). Until this grapple ends, the target is restrained, and you can’t constrict another target.
Poison Immunity - You are immune to poison damage and can’t be poisoned.
Poison Affinity - You gain proficiency with the poisoner’s kit.
Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common and Naga.
City Secrets - You know the secret patterns and flow to cities and can find passages through the urban sprawl that others would miss. When you are not in combat, you (and companions you lead) can travel between any two locations in the city twice as fast as your speed would normally allow.

Abilities: None
Inventory: A small knife, a map of Underhaven, a pet snake, glowing crystal, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp
Background: Lost, alone, with no friends or family to call his own. A wretched creature abandoned even by the kindhearted clergy. There was little hope for the whelp named Servanus; a quick death was the best he could hope for. Until this little snake was adopted by a curious vampire. Having never seen such a wretched being before she took him in, nursed him, and raised him to be her son. Now the young man, though dim and docile, was loyal and vicious for his mother, his mistress, and his savior.

Name: Ethan Bradford
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 3

Stats:
Strength - 15 (+2)
Dexterity - 15 (+2)
Constitution - 14 (+2)
Intelligence - 10 (0)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 10 (0)

Proficient Skills: Insight (+2), Perception (+2)

Proficient Tools: Flute

Traits:
All Eyes on You - Your accent, mannerisms, figures of speech, and perhaps even your appearance all mark you as foreign. Curious glances are directed your way wherever you go, which can be a nuisance, but you also gain the friendly interest of scholars and others intrigued by far-off lands, to say nothing of everyday folk who are eager to hear stories of your homeland. You can parley this attention into access to people and places you might not otherwise have, for you and your traveling companions. Noble lords, scholars, and merchant princes, to name a few, might be interested in hearing about your distant homeland and people.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common and Elvish

Abilities: None

Inventory: A Set of Traveler's Clothes, Walking Stick (Quarterstaff), A Metal flute, Poorly Wrought Maps of Homeland, Small piece of Jewelry (worth 10 gp), and a pouch containing 5 gp.

Background:
Ethan Bradford came to Frontier town to begin anew. A blank slate where no one could or would recognize him. He didn't want to do so, but he had no choice. In the distant lands of his former home, he was recognized as a fugitive and would be arrested and put to death on sight. Things weren't always like this in Ethan's life. He was once a simple laborer in the distant town of Hollis in the far western fringes of the Evergreen Empire. Life was rarely easy on him, even at the beginning of his life he struggled as even his parents did not want him. Though at least they left him in the care of the local orphanage, only leaving behind a wooden name plate with the name 'Ethan' hastily scrawled onto it and a small pouch containing a small number of copper coins. It was there Ethan learned the values that would shape him into the man that he was in the future as well as his skill in playing the flute gifted to him. His hard-working and good character earned him the respect of his fellow workers and his contractors.

His humble wages went to help support the orphanage that had took him in and raised him, he was grateful for their kindness and effort to raise him and the other abandoned children well. Things were going fine until a lesser noble took interest in purchasing the land the orphanage stood upon. Probably to build something selfish and idiotic like a statue dedicated to himself. The noble would not listen to reason and was blinded by his narcissism and false sense of grandeur. Claiming that the orphanage was a minor sacrifice needed for the settlement to even grasp a sliver of his greatness. Their cries for justice were left unanswered and Ethan was forced to take matters into his own hands. He was only there to scare the noble to stop...he never intended things to get so bad. It was an accident. Ethan never wanted to kill that man.

Ethan couldn't stay in town. If he did, he would only put those who would hide him in danger. He cared for them too much to endanger them so recklessly. He was forced to abandon his friends and family. He gathered all his few belongings and left on the same night. It took him nearly two weeks of travel to finally reach his destination and hopefully a new life.

Name:
Livia Annalea Fiore

Race:
Human

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Level:0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1

Stats:
Strength - 9 (-1)
Dexterity - 12 (+1)
Constitution - 10 (+0)
Intelligence - 15 (+2)
Wisdom - 15 (+2)
Charisma - 16 (+3)

Proficient Skills:
Persuasion - +4
History - +3
Arcana - +3

Proficient Tools:
Cards

Traits:
Languages:
You can speak, read, and write Common, Elvish, and Dwarven.
Position of Privilege:
Thanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk and merchants make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

Abilities
None

Inventory:
A bottle of black ink, a quill, a small knife, a set of Fine Clothes, a signet ring, a scroll of pedigree, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp.

Background:
Always the black sheep of her family, though not by choice.

Hailing from a bustling city by the name Alenoa far from the uncivilized Frontier Town, one would likely be surprised to find a noble out here so far from their luxuries and retainers, and if you asked Livia it was not her first choice. But a choice had to be made, so she'll live with that choice.

The second daughter of a powerful and respected family in Alenoa, the Fiore's are a family mired in tradition, magecraft, and an obsession for power. Livia had to learn quite quickly that in their family, talent and skill meant everything or you were hardly worth her families time. Even those in their immediate family weren't an exception to this. You either had something they wanted to put to use, or were ruthless and clever enough to keep yourself relevant in the families politics. Livia had neither to begin with, except a burning ambition to make a name for herself and not live in her sisters shadow.

Her early years were spent under the tutelage of great wizards, apprenticing and studying under their learned minds, deciding early on that she'd rather spend her time learning rather than the life of a noble. So she eagerly took to her studies, pouring over tome after tome and scroll after scroll of arcane knowledge and little known lore of the world. She went through several tutors by the time she was ten, having already amassed quite a bit of knowledge about various topics of historical and arcane natures. Her mother objected to such pursuits, desiring that Livia focus more on the court and politics of nobles, a pawn to be used to secure ties to other houses or some such, but Livia wouldn't have any of it. Her studies often conflicted with her parents desires, and often directly went against their wishes to accomplish such things. Especially with her mother - who she still detests to this day. Her personal maid, Nynette, was more of a mother to her than her own mother was, and sometime in her late teens a bit more.

Of course, still being noble born she had several obligations she still had to fulfill even if she wasn't too thrilled about it. Etiquette, how to maneuver in a court. Politics, which families were those you needed to watch out for, those who were to be shunned for political gain. Things her parents more approved of for her. Meeting potential suitors and other such things. While Livia was not thrilled for these prospects, she was also not one to turn down something that could potentially help her later. Most of her early years were split between noble courts and the tutelage of several wizards.

Her longest tutor though, was a renowned wizard by the name of Leonan Bezif from the time she was ten to when she was sixteen. Quite an odd wizard, who was fond of card games and often used cards to equate to life and taught her various forms of them. He taught her histories, academics, math, reading, of ancient civilizations and forgotten lore and magic. The two had an odd relationship. Bezif often didn't teach Livia things directly, instead telling her to seek out things for herself. One could learn from the hand of another, but one should always be self motivated to search for answers to their questions through any means. Some people could do great, good things with such knowledge and power. Livia though? She had already decided on her course when she started. Power and knowledge simply for the sake of knowledge.

During her mid teens, she began planning something. Something that would likely be considered quite obscene by a few more of the morally correct. Gathering the necessary materials, time, and ability she made plans to try summoning something from the infernal realms. Something she could summon in order to gain both lost knowledge and power. Before she could though - somehow her plans were discovered by her damnable mother and some rumors started behind closed doors. Far from being upset though, her mother seemed more amused, or even impressed.

So Livia was given a choice. Continue to live in the estate and have her studies and funding cut off - or be sent to the Frontier Town, where she could do whatever she wanted away from prying eyes and potentially secure something of value to the family in the little frontier town.

The choice was obvious.

She intends to make good on both of those matters.

Name: Antaeus
Race: Earth Genasi
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Theme: Go the Distance
Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 4
Stats:
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 17 (+3)
Intelligence - 8 (-1)
Wisdom - 10 (+0)
Charisma - 8 (-1)

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Survival (+1)
Proficient Tools: None
Traits:
Alignment - Neutral Good
Size - Medium (6 feet tall/182.88 cm, 200 lbs/90.7 kg)
Speed - 30 feet (6 squares)
Languages - Common, Primordial, Dwarven, Undercommon

Earth Walk - Racial Ability. Move across difficult terrain made of earth or stone without expending extra movement.

Merge with Stone - Racial Ability. Acts as the Pass without Trace spell once per long rest with no required material components. Constitution is the ability for this spell. "Each creature you choose has a +10 to Stealth checks and can't be tracked except by magical means. This effect only applies if a creature is within 30 feet of you, both at the time of casting and for the duration. You can choose yourself as well. A creature that receives this bonus leaves behind no traces of its passage."

Deep Miner - Background Ability. You are used to navigating the deep places of the earth. You never get lost in caves or mines if you have either seen an accurate map of them or have been through them before. Furthermore, you are able to scrounge fresh water and food for yourself and as many as five other people each day if you are in a mine or natural caves.

Abilities: None
Inventory: A shovel and a miner's pick, a block and tackle, a climber's kit, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 5 gp.

Background: Genasi seem, at first glance, to be virtually normal humans save for their coloration and perhaps a few features more closely tying them to their element, such as literally flaming hair or gem encrusted skin. A genasi can be born when one or both of their mortal parents are exposed to surges of elemental energy from planar phenomena, but far more commonly they are the result of mixed heritage between some variety of genie and a mortal humanoid, usually regular humans. Some genasi are born of mortal-genie unions, some have two genasi as parents, and a rare few have a genie further up their family tree, manifesting traits that have lain dormant for generations.

Perhaps on first impression, Antaeus could be seen as a normal, deeply tanned, tall and broad shouldered boy--but his skin has a slightly hard texture to the touch, as if his muscles exist in a constant state of tension or his bones are made from wrought iron, and that bronze tone to his skin remains no matter how long he spends in the mines and away from the sun. In direct light, one sometimes even catches the glint from his skin and hair as if it were well oiled, but he is perfectly dry. When he was born to Frontier Town settlers, Antaeus's parents were shocked at his appearance. For the first few years of his life, Antaeus's father treated the boy somewhat coldly--the family never went without, and his parents seemed to care for one another tremendously, but his father never could shake the suspicion that his mother had been unfaithful. If he ever pressed about it, she would only venture suspicions that there must have been a genie in their ancestry, or that his work in the Black Mines might have exposed him to some source of earthen magics. He couldn't stand it. That possibility he was raising another man--or possibly another being's--child. This wasn't helped by the fact that their second child, Antaeus's little sister, was completely human.

It also did not help that Antaeus soon grew taller, and broader of shoulder, than his father. Here, what had been a seemingly masculine indifference--hugs and kisses were from mother, food and shelter and discipline were from father--now became evident as disdain. Strangely enough, his father even seemed to have forgiven his mother--if there ever was anything to forgive--but now projected what was left of those feelings onto Antaeus, as well as favoring the girl child. At first, Antaeus didn't resent his sister for this, and only slowly began to grow embittered towards his father...but, all children learn their behavior from their parents. When his sister began to look down her nose at him from atop his father's shoulders, he could no longer stand being in the same household. He had grown old enough to work in the mines like his father, but here once more his strange blood surpassed his progenitor's, so he soon began delving into the deeper caves and tunnels. Despite his difficulties with his family, Antaeus got along well with everyone else, and was generally known and well-liked as an energetic, friendly, and upstanding young man.

He picked at rock and polished ore and pushed carts up winding ramps, whether night or day--whatever shift his father was on, he asked for the opposite. Whatever days his father was given off, he asked to work overtime. Only rarely did they see each other, and usually at meal times when it was easy to ignore the person at the opposite end of the table. His mother tried to smooth the issue, but at this point it had become a self-perpetuating cycle. Antaeus's avoidance was taken for disrespect, his work seen as an attempt to show his father up at the man's own career, his lack of confrontation as cowardice and aversion to authority. The more Antaeus tried to escape his father's eye, the angrier that glare became.

And yet it was not so simple. More than once Antaeus wondered why the man didn't just leave, back then when he had been born. Why had he stayed? Why had he bothered to raise Antaeus and teach him--in whatever fashion one could say he had--and why had he gone soft on Antaeus's mother, when it would have been her fault had any infidelity truly taken place? And if his father had poisoned his sister against him, why were there still moments when she treated him kindly--why did she still run to his bed when she had nightmares, why did she still ask him to play with her and then become sad when he had to work? And his mother, she had never truly done anything wrong to him, but...why hadn't she stood up more? Why hadn't she defended him more staunchly? Did his family hate him? Were they simply fulfilling their duty towards him, rather than kicking him out?

Maybe it was him. Maybe he needed to do something, change something, about himself. Maybe...maybe if he became someone, someone great, a real hero...

Name: Kael'thas Menhathael
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Stats:
Strength - 14 (+2)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Constitution - 13 (+1)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Arcana (+3), Insight (+3), Persuasion (+2), Religion (+3)
Proficient Tools: Lute

Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your elf blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Fey Ancestry - You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.

Skill Versatility - You gain proficiency in two skills of your choice

Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Elvish, Dwarvish, and Orc.

Knightly Regard - You receive shelter and succor from members of your knightly order and those who are sympathetic to its aims. If your order is a religious one, you can gain aid from temples and other religious communities of your deity. Knights of civic orders can get help from the community- whether a lone settlement or a great nation that they serve, and knights of philosophical orders can find help from those they have aided in pursuit of their ideals, and those who share those ideals. This help comes in the form of shelter and meals, and healing when appropriate, as well as occasionally risky assistance, such as a band of local citizens rallying to aid a sorely pressed knight in a fight, or those who support the order helping to smuggle a knight out of town when he or she is being hunted unjustly.

Abilities: None
Inventory: One set of traveler's clothes, insignia of New Dawn, the handle of malleo aurorae, and a pouch containing 10 gp
Background:

Son of the Legendary Human Paladin Bedivere Menhathael; leader of the enigmatic Order of New Dawn, and prominent Elven mage
Melora Sunheart, Kael'thas has lived a life of high expectation. From the tender age of three, he was trained in the ways of a paladin by his father, not in magic, but in faith, wisdom, duty, and even a bit of arcane knowledge. On his tenth birthday, the man he knew as his father had disappeared, his bright smile, and warming presence replace by a cold, gaunt figure, haunted by an unseen foe. For the next five years, his father was rarely home, always seemingly bound to an unending task.
Heartbroken, the young Kael'thas trained diligently, every day to become someone his father could be proud of, doing his best to embody honor, justice, and virtue. Before long, the young aspiring Paladin became known as the hero of his village, not for protecting it from bandits, beasts, and monsters; but by aiding it's people, be they rich, poor, cursed, or crippled.
On his fifteenth birthday, the father he had known returned, with him he brought a hammer, shield, leather armor, and most valuable at all; news that his grand quest neared it's end. That night, after an amazing day of celebration, Bedivere pulled his son aside, and revealed the truth unto his progeny. For the last five years, he'd been hunting Basileus, herald of Asmodeus. That devil had been a slippery bastard, but the Order of New Dawn had finally tracked the demon into the deep frontier.
The old Paladin promised his son, that in exactly one year's time, he would return. No more work, no more quests. He would finally turn his son into a TRUE warrior of the light. The next morning, Kael'thas bid his father goodbye, excited for his return.

That day never came...

A year and a half later, the handle of Malleo Aurorae, a legendary hammer said to be born in the divine forge of Torag himself, the very hammer wielded by Kael's father, was found next to an insignia on the doorstep of their house.
For three days, Kael did not eat, sleep, talk, or drink. But on the forth day, he sold the gifts his father had brought him on his fifteenth birthday, and used the money to buy passage to frontier town; the last place Bedivere had been seen. It was time for Kael to follow his destiny, and avenge his father.

Name: Sasha Rivello
Race: Human (Variant)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Level: 0
Proficiency: 1
Health: 4
Stats:
Strength - 17
Dexterity - 10
Constitution - 16
Intelligence - 8
Wisdom - 10
Charisma - 13

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Insight (+1), Persuasion (+2)
Proficient Tools: None
Traits:
Racial – None
Background – Watcher's Eye: Your experience in enforcing the law, and dealing with lawbreakers, gives you a feel for local laws and criminals. You can easily find the local outpost of the watch or a similar organization, and just as easily pick out the dens of criminal activity in a community, although you're more likely to be welcome in the former locations rather than the latter.
Languages – Common, Dwarvish, Elvish, Orc

Abilities:
Tavern Brawler - Accustomed to rough-and-tumble fighting using whatever weapons happen to be at hand, you gain the following benefits:
 Increase your Strength or Constitution score by 1, to a maximum of 20.
 You are proficient with improvised weapons.
 Your unarmed strikes use a d4 for damage.
 When you hit a creature with an unarmed strike or an improvised weapon on your turn, you can use a bonus action to attempt to grapple the target. A grapple check is a Strength (Athletics) check contested by the target's Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (Acrobatics) check.

Inventory:
Guards Uniform
Horn
Manacles
10 gp

Background: Sasha was born in the city of Andor, a large and wealthy place, but she was not raised there. Her father, Callum, was a soldier in the King’s army while her mother Sophia worked in a bakery; while still young, barely three years old, her father was injured during a battle, a wounded shoulder that left him with limited use of his right arm, and was forced into an early retirement. With the loss of one source of income money became a concern for the family and it soon became apparent that either Callum would need to find another source of work soon, a tough ask for a cripple with little skills outside of being a solider, or they would need to leave the city and find a place to live that wouldn’t be as expensive.

Around this time there was talk of an expedition to form a new township in an as yet sparsely settled region within the kingdom’s borders; it was not a new frontier or a grand expedition, just the settlement of a small town intended to act as a potential rest stop for travelling merchants on their way between the larger cities, but they were looking for volunteers and were willing to offer incentives to anyone with useful skills. As a baker Sasha’s mother was readily accepted and a former solider, even wounded as he was, was a welcome addition as well. The couple were hesitant about travelling with a young child but the expedition’s offer to essentially pay to relocate and house them was too enticing to pass up.

Sasha spent most of her life living in this newly settled town and barely remembers the time she spent in the city as a child. She was the only child in the township for a few years, but since her father was mostly homebound she was rarely lonely and had a strong bond with her father as a result. More children came in time, either born in the fledgling settlement or as part of relocating families, but Sasha was always the eldest child by a few years.

As the years went by Sasha’s family became a fixture of the small settlement, her mother running the small bakery and her father, now mostly recovered though his arm would never be the same, serving as chief of the tiny town militia as the only member with any real experience. Sasha meanwhile had essentially become “big sister” to the half dozen or so smaller children who resided in the town with her. She was mostly responsible, in her mind, for keeping an eye on them and keeping them out of trouble, a responsibility she took to with gusto but which was not always met with success.

She still spent much time with her father, given that his role was still mostly advisory and the militia itself had little more to do than keep the peace in a town that still wasn’t on most maps. In their time together he mostly told her stories he himself had heard as a child, stories of heroes and stories of great deeds; the same sort of story that any child growing up would hear. Mixed in with these were stories of his time in the city guard which, while mostly uneventful, did contain the odd good tale and his eyes always took on a wistful look when he told them.

These stories all resonated with Sasha, because it was her father who was telling them and because they all sounded so exciting. Like many children must have when hearing those same stories she wanted to become like the heroes in them, to have those adventures and see the things they saw, do the things they did. One day, after one of her favourite stories she asked her father to teach her how to fight. He didn’t even hesitate to refuse her, because she was too young and because no daughter of his would get herself killed living the same kind of life he had.

She persisted however, for years she persisted, and for years he refused. And for years she attempted to train herself in secret anyway, spying on and copying the physical exercises she saw her father leading the militia in, the same ones he had gone through as a recruit, because heroes needed to be strong. Even thought they were difficult at first she persisted, because she was determined, and over time they became easier as her physical condition improved.

When her father eventually caught her, as was inevitable, she had advanced to the point of trying to copy the sword exercises she had seen with a stick in the space behind their small home. She had found it incredibly difficult at first, trying to mimic their movements, and she was sure she was doing it wrong but she couldn’t ask for any help because her father would only say no and then make her stop and the other guards would just tell her father. The ‘weapon’ felt unnatural in her hands and she couldn’t get it to move the way she wanted. At one point the stick became unbalanced and nearly swung back and hit her in the head and she flung it to the ground in a fit of frustration.

Sasha looked up then and saw her father staring at her. She didn’t breathe for long seconds then, awaiting his reaction, waiting for the anger or the disappointment. Instead she saw only the strangest expression on his face, almost like tiredness and resignation; maybe even a little familiarity. To her surprise he told her to pick up the stick again and began correcting her stance and posture.

The next half year was spent trying to undo the self-taught technique that Sasha had been working on and to teach her the proper way to use a weapon. Having to knock down the foundation she had pieced together and then build it up again stronger. Whatever reluctance Callum had had about teaching Sasha to fight was apparently gone; even though he still didn’t seem happy about it he apparently took the point of view that if she was going to try to learn anyway he might as well teach her right. He even began to include her in the training sessions he held for the militia. She was training alongside men ranging from a few years older than her to those twice her age, she was outclassed in terms of strength, size and experience but she couldn’t be happier to finally have her father teach her.

To everyone’s surprise, Sasha seemed to have an aptitude for bare knuckle fighting; hardly a suitable talent for a young lady or someone protecting the peace to have and not the kind of combat that Callum should be encouraging his daughter to use, but there was no doubt that Sasha knew how to throw a mean punch. Meanwhile most weapons still seemed to elude her; despite the months of practice Sasha could never quite get the feel for the sword even as she did steadily improve. The spear, if anything was even worse and she struggled to even hold the point steady. Axes were far too heavy for her as well and she didn’t even attempt to use a bow. Her training continued for two more years and Sasha became a competent brawler if nothing else in that time.

When Sasha was fifteen word spread to their little town of an expedition to establish a new town right on the edges of Gaia. The expedition was already underway and the beginning of the town had already been established, but they were still looking for people to move out to the frontier to help the town grow and prosper. Sasha wanted to go, but her father easily forbade her from doing so; allowing her to train with the militia was one thing but allowing his only daughter to chase adventure at the edge of the kingdom was another. Sasha was not to be deterred however and she kept trying to persuade her father to change his mind; it took two years before he conceded, finally admitting that she was both old enough to make her own choices and strong enough to defend herself. Callum gave her his blessing and even wrote for her a recommendation letter for her to give to the captain of whatever guard the settlement had that would hopefully help her get a job to start a new life.

When the time came for Sasha to leave she found it was harder for her to let go than she thought it would be. Her little slice of the world was all she knew, its residents the only people she remembered, but while beginning a new life in a nameless town on the fringes of civilisation was not exactly the adventure she had always dreamed of it was still something she wanted to do. The next time a trader wagon passed through town heading in that direction Sasha bartered for travel and left her home behind to pursue a life in what was now known as Frontier Town.

Another year has passed since then, most of which Sasha had spent in the employ of the town militia which is both larger and stricter than the one back home. Her methods are somewhat unorthodox for her commanders liking and she sometimes causes more trouble than she solves, but she is nonetheless popular with and trusted by the residents of Frontier town, at least those outside of Underhaven, and she has made a comfortable life for herself.

Name: Jarynth Robincrest

Race: High Elf

Age: 109

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Level: 0

Proficiency: +1

Health: 2

Stats:
Strength - 9 (-1)
Dexterity - 16 (+3)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 11 (+0)

Proficient Skills: Insight (+3), Perception (+3), Persuasion (+1)
Proficient Tools: Brewer's Supplies

Traits:
Darkvision - Accustomed to twilit forests and the night sky, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Keen Senses - You have proficiency in the Perception skill.
Fey Ancestry - You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.
Trance - Elves don't need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is "trance.") While meditating, you can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep.
Elf Weapon Training - You have proficiency with the longsword, shortsword, shortbow, and longbow.
Cantrip - You know one Cantrip of your choice from the wizard spell list. Intelligence is your spellcasting ability for it.

• Mage Hand

Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Elvish, Halfling, and Gnomish. Both Halflings and Gnomes look like they know how to cultivate berries (definitely not because they're short or anything), so learning how to communicate with them seemed like a good idea at the time. Luckily, they're also part of the most frequent customers.

Abilities: _{... Does making wine count?}

Inventory: Brewer's Supplies, Letter of Introduction to the Winemaker's Guild, Traveler's Clothes, and a Belt Pouch (15 gp)

Background: Like many other Elves, Jarynth has an entire lifetime's worth of experience under his belt. From studying ancient Elven martial arts to learning a bit of magic, much of Jarynth's long life has been spent doing what other Elves tend to do. And while he does have a certain talent for using the bow, there is but one thing that he loves more than anything- wine. Throughout his many years, Jarynth has spent much of it trying all sorts of wine from many different lands, from Human kingdoms to Halfling communities, and even to Tabaxi jungles, becoming a sort of connoisseur. He loved the taste, the texture, and even the concept behind wine, from how refined it tastes to how it brings everyone joy. It was because of this interest that Jarynth had decided to become a vintner, wanting to put his lifetime of tasting wine to the test and dedicating the rest of his long life to creating the perfect wine.

Now, as a member of the Winemaker's Guild, Jarynth has learned from many experienced vintners on the many intricacies of making wine, such as what berries to use, what climates are ideal, and how one should adapt to the changing seasons. With this knowledge, Jarynth seeks out Frontier Town on a quest. From his research, Jarynth was able to deduce that the frontier sports the best possible climate for crafting wine. Because of this, Jarynth has volunteered to venture forth to Frontier Town in order to start its very first vineyard; the first step he must take in order to brew a wine to surpass all other wines!