As the kobold SRD entry, but with +2 DEX, +2 CHA, -2 STR instead of their normal pitiful stats. Additionally... Scamper: +2 saves versus Trip, -2 saves versus Bull Rush/Overrun.
+2 Any
+1 Skill point per level. 1 Skill as a class skill.
Medium Size, Speed 30 Elemental Breath: Once every 4 rounds, you can fwoosh. Deals 1d6 damage(FIR, ICE, LIT, ACD, or SON) in a 15 foot cone or 30 foot line. +1d6 at 3rd level and every 2 thereafter. Elementitis: +2 AC/Saves versus your breath element. -2 AC/Saves versus another one(usually FIR<>ICE, LIT>ACD>SON>LIT). Noble: +2 on social checks versus indigent lizards. Poncy: +2 Saves versus Intimidate, -2 Saves vs Charm. Low Light Vision
+2 DEX, +2 INT, -2 CON
+2 Escape Artist, Stealth. Stealth is always a class skill.
Medium Size, Speed 25 Constrict: Automatically deal unarmed strike damage per round in a grapple, unless you don't want to. Nom: Unarmed strike deals 1d4 PRC damage. Proneless: Can switch between prone and not-prone as a swift action, without provoking AoO. Immune to Trip. Scent:*tongue thing*
+2 DEX, +2 CHA, -2 STR
+2 Bluff, Disguise. Disguise is always a class skill.
Medium Size, Speed 30 Shifting: Standard Action. Limits as per Disguise self, except you can also pretend to be an object. Instead of the usual bonuses, you gain +2 to disguise as a specific person, or +4 for objects or as a generic racial member. Blend In: Add your object disguise bonus to Stealth when using Shifting to mimic a surface. You lose these bonuses if you take action and/or move around. Cosmic: +2 Saves versus Fear. -2 Saves versus Confusion/Hallucination.
+2 Any
+2 Fly, Heal. Fly is always a class skill.
Medium Size, Speed 25, Glide.
+1 Natural AC. Smash the System: Unarmed Strike deals 1d4 BLG or SLA damage(type chosen at character creation). Good Night's Sleep: +2 Saves vs. Bluff, -2 Saves vs. Sleep. Low-Light Vision
I will add the other races' traits later. These are the ones you care about.
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A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it.
The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot.
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Name: Opossvaexaesthyr Nicknames: Opal, cohortThalia Race: Snake Gender: Female Age:Subject to change based upon adulthood age60 Class: Hedge Witch Personality: Opal is a bit of an outcast. Unlike her fellow reptiles, she doesn't completely hate mammals. She does, however, wish that the mammals would give the reptiles a bit more respect. Regardless, she is a healer. As such she is willingly offers her skill and ability to anyone who needs it. She is also kind and gentle, often giving away some of the potions she creates or coming up with ways to entertain the children who are allowed to play with her. Background/RP Sample:
Opal studied the elders before her as Translates to 'child of the cunning winter spirit'. Opal decided to that Ith'Ahervain was too much of a mouthful, much like her own given name, and decided to nickname him Winter.Ith'Ahervain set glasses of water before everyone. She wasn't sure how, or why, her past was of interest to them but she would tell them. Even if doing so would only take their attention from Winter, it would be worth it. ”You said you wanted to know my past. Fine. I'll tell you.”
Turning her head slightly, she stared into the fire that simmered angrily in the fireplace on the far side of the cavern. ”The first thing the lot of you must know is that I've always been an outcast. This began when I hatched. You see, I hatched toothless. My parents couldn't stand the fact that I was toothless while every single one of my siblings had fangs. They took care of me. They had to or be shamed further. However, they made sure I had just what I needed to survive. I never received toys. My chores were the ones that my siblings didn't want to do and I had no choice but to do them or risk not receiving what little food I was given.” Her attention turned to the raven resting on her shoulder. She gently petted its chest. ”I never had friends. Well, not in the sense that most people think of them. My friends were animals. I could talk with them and they with me. My closest friend was one of Never's ancestors.”
The fire was the only thing within her technically cave systemhome to make a sound for several minutes. Eventually Winter, who had been standing just behind her, gently nudged her tail with a foot. His small action successfully reminded Opal to continue.
”My life continued without much change for roughly fifteen years. I would wake, eat a meager breakfast, do chores until lunch was served. Eat. Then return to chores. If I managed to finish before supper, I had the rest of the day to myself. When that happened, I would venture into the forest where I could relax and gossip with the animals that lived there. It was on one of these days that my mentor discovered me. Charirkethend was traveling through the forest. She was actually heading here, but she needed to pass through my old village and the forest to get here. If she wanted to follow the quickest route since she was coming from the west. Regardless, she came upon me talking with some of my friends and watched me for a little while. She, like me, could speak to animals. Our abilities varied somewhat, but she listened to me talk with birds, snakes, lizards and even a wolf. She was impressed and said as much when she showed herself to me. Never's great-great-great-great-great-grandmother was the only creature to stay with me when she came out from her hiding spot. She talked to me. Told me that she thought I had magic. That speaking to animals without training was an exceptionally rare gift that she'd only seen in one or two others. Charirkethend mentioned that she thought I might be a witch.” Her gaze dropped and she studied her tail. ”While I wasn't sure, I told her that I could also heal despite not having any training. That seemed to make her mind up. She took me home and talked with my parents. They didn't want to let me go with her. They said that they'd be troubled with the loss of a child. It wasn't true. She and I both knew it. They just didn't want to loose my free labor. Charirkethend argued, cajoled and eventually talked them around. She just needed to give them a small fortune in potions and small, magical trinkets.”
Leaning forward, Opal lifted her glass from the small table that rested between where she rested and the elders. She took a long drink from it before she could continue. ”It took her almost a month to make everything my parents requested. She didn't mind. In fact, she spent the nights teaching me the basics of magic. I was able to cast a couple simple spells by the time we left. Never's ancestress came with us. Once we were on our way, my instruction truly began. She told me that she was an oracle and a healer. Given my knack with healing magic, she thought that I might be destined to be a healer and that Never's family line was meant to be my familiars. She was right on both counts. Never's five-times great-grandmother was my first familiar. When she died, one of her chicks took over. The pattern's repeated and Never's my latest familiar.” Knowing that Opal was speaking about him, the raven on her shoulder ran his beak through her aquamarine hair. ”As I got more in touch with my magic and my abilities, the more I realized that my spells seemed to come through my familiar. After teaching me that all life was precious and how to brew potions, Charirkethend treated me less like an apprentice and more like a partner. I helped her heal those who came to us, brewed potions to sell in the market and helped her out with housework and gathering herbs. She died shortly after my fiftieth hatchingday.”
Opal seemed to sink in upon herself. Her memories of her teacher drawing her focus away from her tale. She would have stayed like that for the rest of the day if one of the elders hadn't coughed. The noise drew her back to the present. ”Right. Sorry. Where was I?”
Winter leaned over her shoulder slightly. In a low voice, he reminded her that she left off at Charirkethend's death.
Thanking her 'pet', Opal continued. ”The next seven years were a blur. I healed those who came to me, gathered herbs, brewed potions and explored the lands about here. I soon learned that there was an elven village about four days travel from here. Occasionally, I would send a small basket of potions to the village with Never's father. Each would contain a note explaining what sort of potions were included. I realized that the village probably had someone who could brew potions, but I still wanted to share my knowledge and abilities with them.” She glared at the elders. They didn't look pleased to learn that she'd been sending potions to an elven village for roughly a decade. ”Call me soft-hearted if you like. I am a healer. If I can help someone by sending the occasional potion, I will. Reptile or Mammal. I [i]don't[/t] care. A life is a life and you never know when a little kindness will be returned to you.” She rose from her chair. ”About three years ago, I saved him.” She pointed over her shoulder at Winter. ”The rest you can guess. Now, unless there's something else you need to know, please leave. I have a potion that Ssejgix requested to brew.”
Half-elf male with black hair and ice blue eyes.
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"When people say a knight's job is all glory, I laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Often I can stop laughing before they edge away and talk about soothing drinks." ~Lord Raoul in Squire
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Name: Shizue or Zu for short Race: Chameleon Gender: Chameleons can be pink and blue....and green and orange and....oh, right, gender. Female. Age: On the young side, but clearly an adult. 22-ish Class: Ninja
Appearance: Being a chameleon, she tends to change her looks often. Usually, this is just a variation of her “base look”: an added frill, a splash of color, some little extra emphasis on her brow ridge. Of course, she has, on occasion, been called on to look very different when a disguise was necessary. Her base look is slender and petite. She has aquamarine scales with a small scattering of green stripes. Her brow ridge sweeps back to a small frill just a shade darker than the rest of her scales.
Personality: Sometimes slithy, sometimes mimsy. Er, I mean, Zu has learned from hard experience as a spy and assassin, that a chameleon's camouflage is not just skin deep. She often presents herself as a cheerful little debutante. Then again, on the job, she often presents a cold, emotionless efficiency. Which is the mask? She's not even sure anymore. Maybe they both are. Truthfully, she's a hardened survivor, who has always done whatever it took to get through the day.
Background: Zu grew up on the streets of Enclave. She really has only the vaguest of memories of her parents. She did, technically have a guardian. It would probably be more accurate to say she had an overseer. And not a particularly observant one at that. She was largely on her own. A street kid. A urchin. She learned to survive. It was a rough existence, but she came out stronger for it.
Chameleons in general aren't very trusted. Hard to trust someone when you never know if you're seeing their real face. That sort of attitude can be self-fulfilling, and it certainly was in Zu's case. No one trusted her. No one helped her. So she had to resort to anything and everything to survive. She ended up with a lot of practice at just the sort of underhandedness that people expect out of chameleons.
She entered the service of the dragons at a very young age. It was three hots and a cot, and would keep her out of jail. Not like she had many skills that were usable in polite society. As many chameleons did, she found herself acting as a spy. Initially, she was sent to the long, boring, extended surveillance missions. Mostly, this meant she listened to nothing-at-all-important for a month at a time. Eventually, however, she was moved up to more important missions, and the finally, she was assigned to a series of assassinations.
RP Sample: Zu stood silently and motionlessly in the alley's dense shadows. Her target would emerge from the store in a moment. The mammal ran a shop that sold lizards as pets. But that would end tonight. The fat, hairy mammal stepped out the back door. As he turned to lock the door, Zu slid a blade between his ribs. The shock on his face was comical.
Quickly, quietly, efficiently, she moved through the shop, uncaging her people. In a voice much stronger and unyielding than its volume should allow, she directed them, "Down this alley, then turn right. There's a tove there to guide you to Enclave." Zu however, didn't leave. She began her search of the store. For the next three hours, she ghosted through the shop. Finally, with the last of the valuables stowed in her rucksack, and the far more important information tucked in her breast pocket, she slipped from the shop and melted into the shadows.
As she waited for her debriefing to begin, she idly looked at her reflection in a piece of glass and added a bright pink frill. The emotionless mask had been removed. Or maybe it was a mask of emotion was put on. Regardless, she gave the debriefing expert a saucy wink and tossed a file of info to the table. "I don't suppose you'd let me skip to the meat of the story. I've got a date tonight." She looked at his expression, then gave a pout. "No, I didn't suppose you would." With a sigh, she began.
Noridai Golinodel Race: Drakeling (Small or Tiny drake) Gender: Pink Age: 19 Class: Exploiter Wizard with a love of FIRE Background:
Personality:
Appearance:
Her hair is long and blond, her scales a bright red color and the humanlike skin tanned from a life of exposure to the sun. Her eyes are wary but curious.
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