[CHAR] Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

[Necroes]

They Call Him

Tibor

[Kassarock]

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Azra Flametongue

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Art by David Talaski

Tiefling | Sorcerer | Entertainer

Lvl 1 | 8 HP | AC 15 | 30 Mov | +2 Prof

Stats, Skills, Saves

STR 8 (-1)	DEX 14 (+2)	CON 13 (+1)	INT 11 (0)	WIS 12 (+1)	CHA 17 (+3)
Athletics -1	Slight of Hand +4		Arcana 0	Insight +1	Persuasion +5
	Acrobatics +2		History 0	Medicine +1	Performance +5
	Stealth +2		Religion 0	Survival +1	Deception +5
			Investigation 0	Perception +1	Intimidation +3
			Nature 0	Animal Handling +1
SAVE -1	SAVE +2	SAVE +3	SAVE 0	SAVE +1	SAVE +5

Proficiencies

Proficiencies

Skills: Persuasion, Performance, Deception, Slight of Hand
Saving Throws: Charisma, Constitution
Weapons:Dagger, Dart, Sling, Quarterstaff, Light Crossbow
Languages: Common, Infernal
Tools: Disguise Kit, Juggler's Equipment

Spells

CHA | +5 ATK | DC13

Spell Slots: 1st: [ ] [ ]

Cantrips:

• Thaumaturgy
• Prestidigitation
• Control Flames
• Firebolt (120ft 1d10)
• Create Bonfire (60ft 5ft₃ DEX 1d8)

1st level:

• Burning Hands (15ft cone DEX 3d6)
• Shield (+5 AC)

Other Character Features

Other Features

Tiefling: Darkvision to 60ft, Fire Resistance, Thaumaturgy.

Sorcerer: Draconic Ancestor (Red/Fire), Draconic Resistance (Base AC 13 +1HP per level).

Entertainer: By Popular Demand (Receive free lodging and food of a modest or comfortable standard as as you perform).

Equipment and Treasure

0 PP | 20 GP | 0 SP | 0 CP

Equipment:

• Juggler's Equipment
• Entertainer's Costume
• Admirer's Favour
• Arcane Focus
• Dagger x2
• Sling
• Explorer's Pack
  • Backpack
  • Bedroll
  • Mess kit
  • Tinderbox
  • Torches x 10
  • Rations x 10
  • Water Skin
  • 50ft Hempen Rope

Personality

Personality

Azra Flametongue, like his name suggests, is a man of quick wits and quicker words. He is a raconteur extraordinaire, who enhances his moderate inherent magical abilities with his prodigious gift of the gab, to make a successful (if not entirely reputable) living as a street performer. He can charm, persuade, defuse, insult, curse, lie, and seduce with the best of them. These later two traits are the ones which most often get him into trouble, Azra has a weakness for a pretty face, and desire to create mischief, especially the kind he can profit from. This has left many angry husbands and conned bar patrons fuming in his wake.

If Azra were to apply himself to his magic or to his diplomatic potential, he very well could make something of himself. The problem is that he is much happier living an idle life, performing tricks for beer money. He is the definition of happy-go-lucky. His easy going manner is not suppressed by the suspicions other might hold of him for being a devil spawned Tiefling. In fact Azra takes almost as a challenge, and will try even harder to charm or seduce those that display an active hostility of him.

Backstory

Backstory

Azra Flamtongue is a man with a mysterious past, and he likes to keep it that. He isn't an old man, by most reckonings he couldn't be more than thirty, and he's been in Neverwinter for around five years. Plenty of people have asked him where he came from, he gives them a different answer every time. So far he's been kidnapped by pirates, raised by a dragon, escaped from the Blood War, a former Masked Lord of Waterdeep, the bastard child of a Calimshan Sultan, and was once the lover of the Duchess of Daggerford. His accent however, says Baldur's Gate.

Since arriving in Neverwinter, he's plied his trade of fire juggling, swallowing, breathing and all other kinds of fantastical fire magic. He's a familiar sight in the market squares of the Protector's Enclave as well as the low port side taverns like the Beached Leviathan. It was there that after a failed con for bar money, that Azra met Gundren Rockseeker, who helped Azra out of dangerously sticky situation and and placed him in his debt.

A recent series of similar incidents has created a large contingent of aggrieved citizens, scandalised husbands, and unamused law enforcers seeking Azra. This has made is normal method of earning a rather dangerous proposition. Fortunately, his good friends the Rockseekers need someone to guard a caravan going to Phandalin. Azra owed them a favour anyway... and it couldn't hurt to spent a little time lying low outside of town.

Standardised Character Sheet

Azra's Dice Rolls

[Guardian Angel Haruki]

Name: Cordelia
Race: Reborn
Class: Warlock
Subclass: Fathomless
Background: Sailor
Level: 2
Character Sheet: Cordelia

Personality

Traits: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what.
I never pass up a friendly wager.

Ideals: Respect. The thing that keeps a ship together is mutual respect between captain and crew. (Good)
Fairness. We all do the work, so we all share in the rewards. (Lawful)

Bonds: I'll always remember my first ship.
I'm loyal to my captain first, everything else second.

Flaws: I follow orders, even if I think they're wrong.
Once someone questions my courage, I never back down no matter how dangerous the situation.

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Cordelia is a beautiful figure with ocean blue eyes when they are not shining with power. Her hands lack callouses. Her fishy features only seem to accentuate her beauty. Her scales gleam in the sunlight like small jewels. Her voice is musical, it is always lilting and bubbling when she showers others with compliments, or simply makes friendly conversation. Her voice can become frightening when she wishes to intimidate, booming like the thunder in a tempest.

She is very optimistic. She is not afraid to take on challenges, within reason of course. She wouldn't face down an ancient dragon by herself. Her nerves are unfortunately not made of steel. She knows how to assert her opinion without being domineering. She finds more value in cooperating with her friends and allies than commanding others. Still, when it comes to major decisions, she'll make her opinion known at the very least. If action needs to be taken immediately, then she'll act. Setbacks will not keep her down for very long. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again,"

Unfortunately, Cordelia is quite trusting. She is aware that not everyone would help her, and she is working on trying to read people better, but it's not easy. If she finds herself being constantly lied to, she would feel very frustrated, but won't take action. She is very conscientious about following the law and rules. If rules and laws are established, then they're there for a reason. Plus...it feels like she would be going against her own being if she tries to break the rules.

Last, but not least, she is a very kind person. She is empathetic to others, and if someone is in trouble, she is more than willing to try and help. Of course, she won't help with certain tasks like stealing or murder. She likes to try and make the people around her smile through conversation or deed.

Backstory

Only the DM and I know...
Will be revealed during the game.
No spoilers. ;)

Pact of the Chain Familiar: Loki (For when Cordelia does reach Level 3)

Pseudodragon reflavored as a more of a tiny sea dragon

[Cu Chulainn]

Nethruel

Emissary to the Prince of Frost

Archfey Warlock - 1

[mickilennial]

_______________________________________________ INFO Character Info Name - Alandra “Goldie” Golduck Gender - Female Class - Fighter Race - Human Alignment - Neutral Good Background - Folk Hero Level - 1 Health - 13 - BACKGROUND Character Personality Personality Traits I judge people by their actions, not their words. Thinking is for other people. I prefer action. Ideal People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. Bond I protect those who cannot protect themselves. Flaw I have a weakness for the vices of the city, particularly hard drink. STATS Character Stats Attributes STR - 15 DEX - 11 CON - 16 INT - 9 WIS - 13 CHA - 14 Skills Animal Handling Perception Survival Intimidation Equipment Leather Armor Longsword and a Shield Longbow w/ 20 Arrows Tools Explorer’s Pack Shovel Iron Pot 10 GP

C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N Alandra Golduck was born around the year 1466, somewhere supposedly in the expanse of northwestern Faerun. Her parents were farmers, not adventurers. She had no bloodline descending from the greats of Faerun and as such she always imagined her life as an adult to be one representing mundanity and uncomplicatedness. She was ten years old when cruelty came to her village. She was ten years old when her village and everyone she knew was turned to ash and bone. If not for a traveling adventurer she would have joined them, a cruel irony that she has come to think about often. His name was Jandek. As he felled the creatures with his longsword as she trembled against a tree she saw what she had only heard of in stories. A hero standing up for the innocent, refusing to allow them to be murdered and defiled. When the smoke cleared she was the only survivor of a village that would soon have its name forgotten in the history books. Jandek could’ve left her there, or dropped her in some other village. He didn’t. What the older man did was take her in as his ward until he found “someone better”. He hated when she’d call him a hero. He wasn’t a hero, he’d tell her; he was just doing a job. He told her to stop romanticizing it. To see the forest for the trees. It would be one of her earliest lessons, years before she picked up a sword and bow in earnest. By the time she was fourteen she was apprenticing. Learning. He hadn’t found anyone better, save for the group he ran with. An elven ranger, dwarven cleric, and a gnome sorcerer. A group he occasionally ventured with. They became a second family to her for years and she picked up a few skills here and there from them as she learned the way of the sword from Jandek. None of them saw themselves as babysitters, let alone foster parents to some orphan, but Jandek’s guilt was as undeniable as his pride. They saw it. Wondered what it would’ve been like if they had went with him. She saw their guilt with her eyes, their shame. She never judged them for it—though she did fight for their respect. If they were going to look at her Alandra would prefer it was not pity and shame, but admiration and pride. Perhaps she was filling her own hole. The screams of her friends and family members never went away. She remembered them often in her nightmares and thoughts. More years passed. She was an adult. Independent. The group had went their separate ways and Jandek himself had passed away. All she was left with was his sword and the lessons he taught her. Gundren Rockseeker, one of her acquaintances from a previous job contacted her about a new job. She was no veteran guard, but they knew her and thought of her when they required her assistance.