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Klaktuk Cha-Pok but most people call me Steve

Inspiration Yes | HP 43/43 | HD 5/5d8 | AC 15 | Passive Perception 16
StrSave +0

Athletics +0 10 | DexSave, proficient +5

Initiative +2

Acrobatics +2
Sleight of Hand +2
Stealth, proficient, expertise +8 14 | ConSave +2 14 | IntSave +0

Arcana +0
History +0
Investigation +0
Nature +0
Religion +0 10 | WisSave +0

Animal Handling +0
Medicine +0
Insight +0
Perception, proficient, expertise +6
Survival +0 10 | ChaSave, proficient +7

Deception, proficient +7
Intimidation, proficient +7
Persuasion, proficient +7
Performance +4 18
Bardic Inspirationd8 for inspiration die

Additionally:
Blade Flourish
- Defensive - Add inspiration die to damage, AC until next turn
- Slashing - Add inspiration die to damage, all enemies within 5 feet
- Mobile - Add inspiration die to damage, push 5+roll feet, follow

Refresh on short or long rest 4/4 | Chameleon CarapiceWhile you aren’t wearing armor, your carapace gives you a base Armor Class of 13 + your Dexterity modifier. As an action, you can change the color of your carapace to match the color and texture of your surroundings, giving you advantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks made to hide in those surroundings. | Thri-kreen TelepathyWithout the assistance of magic, you can’t speak the non-thri-kreen languages you know. Instead you use telepathy to convey your thoughts. You have the magical ability to transmit your thoughts mentally to willing creatures within 120 feet of yourself. A contacted creature doesn’t need to share a language with you to understand your thoughts, but it must be able to understand at least one language. Your telepathic link to a creature is broken if you and the creature move more than 120 feet apart, if either of you is incapacitated, or if either of you mentally breaks the contact (no action required).
Spells +7 DC 15 | CantripsVicious Mockery

Prestidigitation

Minor Illusion

Booming Blade

Eldritch Blast

Mage Hand | Spells Known(Warlock 1): From Feat
Hex

(Bard 8):
Detect Magic
Dissonant Whispers
Healing Word
Sleep
Tasha's Hideous Laughter
See Invisibility
Suggestion
Dispel Magic Slots: 1st 4/4 | 2nd 3/3 | 3rd 2/2

Steve continues to play his strange instrument, as he had been playing it essentially non-stop for at least the last several days. He had occasionally moved to different locations, different bars, but never seemed to stop playing, his music varying more by his mood than anything else. At the genasi's shout, he shrugs indifferently, and although he doesn't stop playing the jar of olives floats seemingly by itself across the barroom to Rush's table.

Overhearing the spelljammers' conversation, he perks up a bit. Being stuck on this planet was getting boring, and he had been feeling like it was time to move on.

<<The Academy?>> he asks, telepathically contacting the beings at their table, and anyone else who happened to be listening mentally in the area, his music continuing uninterrupted. <<I had noticed the pamphlets, but thought you were recruiting for some demonic cult. It wouldn't be the first time. What are you looking for in recruits? A bit of music always helps the long voyages through the spheres, and I'm looking to leave this place for somewhere more... Friendly.>>

At a glance, the thri-kreen looks like most of his kind, essentially nude with several belts and a pack strapped to his back. At his waist are two swords, close to his secondary arms, and in his primary hands is the master-quality cittern he has been playing non-stop. After the olives are deposited with the genasi, the thri-kreen's drink floats up and pours itself in his mouth, between his mandibles. It does not noticeably affect either his playing, or his telepathic communication, as he drinks. <<If you have a place for someone like me, I would be interested in applying. The name is... Call me Steve.>> he communicates, thoughtfully.

Klaktuk Cha-Pok but most people call me Steve

Inspiration Yes | HP 43/43 | HD 5/5d8 | AC 15 | Passive Perception 16
StrSave +0

Athletics +0 10 | DexSave, proficient +5

Initiative +2

Acrobatics +2
Sleight of Hand +2
Stealth, proficient, expertise +8 14 | ConSave +2 14 | IntSave +0

Arcana +0
History +0
Investigation +0
Nature +0
Religion +0 10 | WisSave +0

Animal Handling +0
Medicine +0
Insight +0
Perception, proficient, expertise +6
Survival +0 10 | ChaSave, proficient +7

Deception, proficient +7
Intimidation, proficient +7
Persuasion, proficient +7
Performance +4 18
Bardic Inspirationd8 for inspiration die

Additionally:
Blade Flourish
- Defensive - Add inspiration die to damage, AC until next turn
- Slashing - Add inspiration die to damage, all enemies within 5 feet
- Mobile - Add inspiration die to damage, push 5+roll feet, follow

Refresh on short or long rest 4/4 | Chameleon CarapiceWhile you aren’t wearing armor, your carapace gives you a base Armor Class of 13 + your Dexterity modifier. As an action, you can change the color of your carapace to match the color and texture of your surroundings, giving you advantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks made to hide in those surroundings. | Thri-kreen TelepathyWithout the assistance of magic, you can’t speak the non-thri-kreen languages you know. Instead you use telepathy to convey your thoughts. You have the magical ability to transmit your thoughts mentally to willing creatures within 120 feet of yourself. A contacted creature doesn’t need to share a language with you to understand your thoughts, but it must be able to understand at least one language. Your telepathic link to a creature is broken if you and the creature move more than 120 feet apart, if either of you is incapacitated, or if either of you mentally breaks the contact (no action required).
Spells +7 DC 15 | CantripsVicious Mockery

Prestidigitation

Minor Illusion

Booming Blade

Eldritch Blast

Mage Hand | Spells Known(Warlock 1): From Feat
Hex

(Bard 8):
Detect Magic
Dissonant Whispers
Healing Word
Sleep
Tasha's Hideous Laughter
See Invisibility
Suggestion
Dispel Magic Slots: 1st 4/4 | 2nd 3/3 | 3rd 2/2

Steve continues to play his strange instrument, as he had been playing it essentially non-stop for at least the last several days. He had occasionally moved to different locations, different bars, but never seemed to stop playing, his music varying more by his mood than anything else. At the genasi's shout, he shrugs indifferently, and although he doesn't stop playing the jar of olives floats seemingly by itself across the barroom to Rush's table.

Overhearing the spelljammers' conversation, he perks up a bit. Being stuck on this planet was getting boring, and he had been feeling like it was time to move on.

<<The Academy?>> he asked, telepathically contacting the beings at their table, and anyone else who happened to be listening mentally in the area, his music continuing uninterrupted. <<I had noticed the pamphlets, but thought you were recruiting for some demonic cult. It wouldn't be the first time. What are you looking for in recruits? A bit of music always helps the long voyages through the spheres, and I'm looking to leave this place for somewhere more... Friendly.>>

At a glance, the thri-kreen looks like most of his kind, essentially nude with several belts and a pack strapped to his back. At his waist are two swords, close to his secondary arms, and in his primary hands is the master-quality cittern he has been playing non-stop. After the olives are deposited with the genasi, the thri-kreen's drink floats up and pours itself in his mouth, between his mandibles. It does not noticeably affect either his playing, or his telepathic communication, as he drinks. <<If you have a place for someone like me, I would be interested in applying. The name is... Call me Steve.>> he communicates, thoughtfully.