A thief out to destroy greed



Race- Tiefling

Gender- Male

Eye Color- Gold

Color- Dark Ash

Height- 4’10"

Weight- 42 Kg(92lbs)

Str: 10 (0)
Dex: 17 (3)
Con: 10 (0)
Int: 10 (0)
Wis: 13 (1)
Cha: 17 (3)

Proficiency Bonus~

Armor Class~



Current HP~

Hit Dice~

Passive Wisdom~

Saving Throws~
Str: 0
Dex: 5 (Proficient)
Con: 0
Int: 0 (Proficient)
Wis: 1
Cha: 5

Acrobatics: 5 (Proficient)
Animal Handling: 1
Arcana: -1
Athletics: 0
Deception: 4 (Proficient)
History: -1
Insight: 1
Intimidation: 2(Proficient)
Investigation: -1
Medicine: 1
Nature: -1
Perception: 3 (Proficient)
Performance: 2(Proficient)
Persuasion: 4 (Proficient)
Religion: -1
Sleight of Hand: 5 (Proficient)
Stealth: 7 (Proficient)
Survival: 1

Proficiency and Languages~


Languages: Common and Infernal

Short bow (1d6), 2- arrows,
burglars pack,
1000 x ball bearings
10’ string
5 x Candles
10 x Pitons
Hooded Lantern
2 x Oil Flasks
5/1 Day Rations
60’ Hemp Rope)
rapier(1d8), (Proficient)
Magic dagger(1d4)(1d4 necrotic for 1d4 turns)(proficient)
thieves tools,(Proficient)
leather armor,(Proficient)
2 crowbars,
a set of dark common clothes including a hood,
and a belt pouch containing 15 gp.

Features and Traits
Sneak Attack +1d6,
Resistant to Fire Damage,
vision 60 ft,
Thieves cant
Criminal contact


Spellcasting Class~

Spellcasting Ability~

Spell Save DC~

Spell Attack Bonus~

Mage hand

Rank 1~
Disguise self

Rank 2~

Rank 3~

Rank 4~

Rank 5~

Rank 6~

Rank 7~

Rank 8~

Rank 9~

Spell Descriptions~

Casting Time: 1 action

Range: 90 feet

Components: V, S, M (a pinch of fine sand, rose petals, or a cricket)

Duration: 1 minute

This spell sends creatures into a magical slumber. Roll 5d8 +1d8 per level; the total is how many hit points of creatures this spell can affect. Creatures within 20 feet of a point you choose within range are affected in ascending order of their current hit points (ignoring unconscious creatures).

Starting with the creature that has the lowest current hit points, each creature affected by this spell falls unconscious until the spell ends, the sleeper takes damage, or someone uses an action to shake or slap the sleeper awake. Subtract each creatures’ hit points from the total before moving on to the creature with the next lowest hit points. A creature’s hit points must be equal to or less than the remaining total for that creature to be affected.

Undead and creatures immune to being charmed aren’t affected by this spell.

Disguise self:

Casting Time: 1 action

Range: Self

Components: V, S

Duration: 1 hour

You make yourself—including your clothing, armor, weapons, and other belongings on your person—look different until the spell ends or until you use your action to dismiss it. You can seem 1 foot shorter or taller and can appear thin, fat, or in between. You can’t change your body type, so you must adopt a form that has the same basic arrangement of limbs. Otherwise, the extent of the illusion is up to you.

The changes wrought by this spell fail to hold up to physical inspection. For example, if you use this spell to add a hat to your outfit, objects pass through the hat, and anyone who touches it would feel nothing or would feel your head and hair. If you use this spell to appear thinner that you are, the hand of someone who reaches out to touch you would bump into you while it was seemingly still in mid air.

To discern that you are disguised, a creature can use its action to inspect your appearance and must succeed on an Intelligence (Investigation) check against your spell save DC.

Allies and Organizations




Additional Features and Traits

Alignment- Chaotic Good

Background- Criminal

Is a skilled contortionist

Favorite color- green

Left pinky toe is bigger than his right


Favorite Author- Howard Pyle

Collects beetles

Despises renaissance ideals

Has the bomb moves


A simple pendent with his birth village’s insignia

A razor kept on the roof of his mouth

His comically large beetle collection


My story begins in the northern lands were a holy crusade continues to be waged against my people. Long ago my village was raided by a band of mercenaries. To make an example to anyone thinking of stepping out of line the Zealots leading the mercenaries ordered every woman in the village to be hanged from the tree in the center of the village. I fell from my mother’s womb as she hung from that tree gasping for air and the first thing I saw was my mother’s painful contortions before her body fell limp. One mercenary took pity on me and plucked my feeble body from the blood and amniotic fluid soaked snow. However, his charity was short-lived as he soon realized he had no way to care for a newborn Tiefling so he sold me to a traveling circus for a new sword. (I later killed him with that same sword) Tieflings are a rare sight in southern lands so the carnies could always gather a good crowd of paying spectators who wished to catch a glimpse of the infamous “Daemon Child”. They would brazen me with hot tongs so the crowd could hear my screams then they would hold a fire under me so i would contort and press myself against my cage.(This always got a good reaction) They did anything to keep the crowds coming back. They would even have me hunt and eat other lesser races for high paying guests. I have no doubt this abuse contributed to my small stature. One day the town the circus was in hit an economic downturn, something about a loss of trading partners. Poverty struck the whole town hundreds of homeless begging for scraps from am empty table. Looting became commonplace, the bodies of cholera victims lined the streets, and from all the confusion came rage. And just like every angry civilization they started to look for someone to blame. At first they asked the carnies nicely making promises of food and gold if they would just hand over the Daemon Child who had cursed the town, but the carnies were already planning on moving to a new village with the promise of new crowds and new money so they paid the townspeople’s empty promises little attention. Si instead the Townspeople came in the night steeling what they could, burning what they couldn’t, and killing anyone who resisted. Fortunately for me once the townspeople broke in my extermination became less important to them as they discovered the circus coffers and began fighting among themselves about how to divide it allowing me to escape. After that I wandered taking what I needed killing those I didn’t. It wasn’t so much that i didn’t desire a peaceful life more so that I did not know how to live one. I knew I came from the northern lands from listening to stray conversations the carnies would have about how they found me, so north I went. It was difficult at first, no inns would let me stay because they couldn’t bring themselves to house a tiefling, I got dirty looks wherever I went, merchants refused to sell me wares, and sometimes mobs would form to drive me out of the city. Eventually I learned to survive by stealing small things no one would notice; scraping up just enough to get by so I wouldn’t draw suspicion. As my journey northward progressed my skills grew, I made connections, started taking jobs, and made a bit of a name for myself. Eventually I came across some information about a tiefling town that had been raided by crusading mercenaries about the time I was sold to the carnies so I decided to check it out. When I got to the village I was met with a sorry sight. The place was an absolute shit-hole buildings collapsing under the weight of the snow, feces and corpses lining the sides of the street, half naked children fighting each other for scraps of rotting meat, and at the center stood an ancient tree its grey gnarled limbs stained red by blood. I walked into the tavern, which was one of the only buildings still standing though it looked like it could go at any time. There was a young man sitting by the empty fireplace I approached him and asked if he new of any children sold to a traveling circus many years ago. He said that he didn’t but that he knew someone that might and he led me out of the tavern and back into the snow covered streets. he led me away from the village and down a small alley. As we turned the corner the smell of human filth overpowered me. As I recoiled from the stench I noticed what was causing it. Makeshift structures hastily crafted from stone and trash lined the sides of the alley. Within each structured multiple individuals huddled together for warmth. As there were no places to dispose of waste or dead both were thrown into a communal pile tucked into a corner of the alley. The man gave me a few moments to adjust to the sight before leading me down the alley to a particularly small structure with a single figure inside. The man I met in the tavern gave a simple gesture inside the crumbling stone hovel and left. I greeted the man inside and asked him the same question I had asked the other man. He turned to me with a blank expression on his face. Our eyes met for a few moments before he broke down in tears. The man in the hovel sat their wailing for the good part of an hour. All the other residents of the alley just watched uncomfortably while I made awkward efforts to comfort this stranger. The mans voice finally gave out and he started heaving silently. Only then did I notice what a sorry state the man was in. His ripped robes hung loosely from his wiry frame and only rustled from the exasperated movement of his exposed ribs rising and falling. At this I told him I would return and went back into the heart of town looking to buy some food. I came across a stall selling bread and bought a few loaves. On my way back despite my best efforts one of the loaves was stolen by a group of children who I didn’t have the heart to chase after. I returned to find the man still heaving heavily in his hovel. I handed him one of the loaves and when he didn’t reach out to take it I realized I would have to feed him. I waited until his gasping subsided before giving him a drink from my water skin and ripping off a small piece of bread and placing it in his mouth. We sat like that until dark, he with tears silently rolling down his cheeks and I patiently waiting on him to finish chewing before giving him more bread. Once I realized what time it was and the dangers I would face walking around at night I figured I would stay the night in this hovel. As I prepared for the night the man began to talk. “I know of the boy you speak of” He croaked through broken gasps,“he is my nephew, taken from me when the church murdered my older sister.” We sat in silence while I processed what I was hearing. When I was finally able to speak I was only able to say"Hello Uncle." At this he clung to me and began crying anew but these tears held none of the pain the others had. before long he fell asleep still crying tears of joy. I was not so lucky, my head swam with different thoughts, questions, and emotions plus the cold thwarted any attempt at sleep. In the morning it was as if the floodgates had opened. As soon as my uncle was awake he began telling me of my mother, my birth, how I was saved and then sold, and anything else he could think of.


Into the Depths Sycophant