Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she is dressed in an above average manner. She has a long white ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Dragonborn culture. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Millicent was born with her mother's beautiful face. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is long and silver with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born in the west to a Ruler, Caeldrim learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sai.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has done his best to style his orange fur to look like a famous performer. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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: Spring was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Roofer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Layabout, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to unite with his brother

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sai, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Nuraval is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nuraval fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 40 gp.