Description: This southern man likes to wear black tank tops with brown pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has styled his red crest well, parting it to the left. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Zedaar was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Some 4 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Zedaar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, In love. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with grey slacks. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Lûgdash was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Coral (80 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born in a small island village. Varis 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 360 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'8". He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a tan coat with brown slacks. His crest, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Srorthen wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Srorthen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Srorthen was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When Srorthen reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 sp.