Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. 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, Clerebold is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Clerebold took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Glassblower and was forced into it by his family; and to be a server again

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Family, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Good lock.

Description: She wears a yellow vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her yellow boots flare out at the collars. She carries with her a set of maces on her belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. Her hair is short and brown. She has violet eyes.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In her 18th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Maiathah fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears dull blue sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed glaive, just in case. She wears her red hair up. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing painting.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her father. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 gp. 2 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears professional attire. His golden hair is braided into rings. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. After a long history of fighting, Tûmhom and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.