Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. His dark red hair is braided into rings. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born in the north to a Sellsword, Morthos learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Banker, but he got bored and became a Sellsword. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has wavy chestnut hair. She has blue eyes.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Stacee was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Stacee fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His scarlet crest is knotted and matted. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the west were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His blonde hair is lengthy. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Being a Junk Dealer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 80 gp.