Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: He feels threatened by others; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 400 sp. A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a white coat with pastel slacks, and carries daggers. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are red.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Nadarr isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A gifted student he started as a Ploughman, but he got bored and became a Mercenary. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nadarr fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He takes great joy in being the best Gardener in town.

History: Paggen was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is dressed in an above average manner. He has wavy orange fur. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 6000 cp.