Description: This man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in the south to a Mortician, Holg learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Orc conditions. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he has a crush on the local server

Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An older woman who dresses well, wearing green shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time, she is not a threatening figure. Her red crest is lengthy. Her eyes are likewise red.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: She was born into a rich family. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born in a small island village. Purson liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 sp. Red garnet (130 gp).

Description: She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She is portly but not overly obese. She has moderate length black hair. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Liftrasa fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.