Description: She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull black iron scale mail. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her kukri, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. She has shaved her head bald. Her ears are large.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. After coming to the age of reason, Puyet took it upon herself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: She is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His head has been shaved. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 20. 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 a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mûglûk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Occupation: Actor

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His auburn hair is long and unkept. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Trym took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: Thervan wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Thervan was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Just what you see.