Description: He very much looks the part of a Mercenary. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Roondar hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mercenary. He has achieved small success as a Mercenary.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'3". He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and his gloved hand is found clutching a mace. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born in a small forest village. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. Her beige fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. Her eyes are amber.

Personality: She is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Half-Orc compassion.

Flaws: Racist, Addict. Bonds: Military, Attractive. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Jade (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This malnourished man is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, black shirt, and brown tie. His auburn hair is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born in the east to a Bather, Raymond learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.