Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his broad pastel hat.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He got into the Crown-heir business at a young age. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. He became a Crown-heir soon after.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion; and expand his business

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His skin is flawless and his gold eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Kiirith was born with his father's beautiful face. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: She has a missing right arm. She has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her grey robe. Her black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: She was born in the north. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Helgret took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor she uses now. She bought a mace and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy blonde stubble. She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. She has a hunchback. Her long blonde hair reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are gray and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born to a Architect, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Tomph abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 3200 sp.