Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, wearing pastel shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He keeps his orange fur in a flapper bob. This copper eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mortician born in the past three hundred years. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a fancy black suit. He has wavy black crest. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 11000 cp.

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 suspenders and white workpants. Her shirt is red, and she wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time. Her blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Her parents enrolled her in a Adept school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This late middle aged man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it and is in decent physical shape. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

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. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 700 sp.

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. He sports a flattop crest cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Kriv is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 340 gp.