Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His long bronze crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has gold eyes and a green hat with a tan feather.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Donaar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Donaar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He bought a bow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Born in the east to a Map Maker, Ivellios learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Map Maker responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears bulky red painted plate armor. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

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.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Addict. Bonds: Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born in a small desert village. When Fulbar reached his early adolescence his Halfling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He bought a lance and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 sp.