Description: 6'8" and muscular, this southern man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His silver crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 30. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born in the south. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears many layers of old clothing at all times. She sports a flattop fur cut. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Flask grew up listening to her mother's many stories. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: This woman wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. In her 20th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother 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 dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pyntle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears dark leathers with embroidery. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His red hair is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Mûzglob took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Passionate, Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 600 sp. White pearl (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.