Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears dark leathers with embroidery, marred by sweets. His golden hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in a small forest village. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: White pearl (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries a battered sword and tarnished greataxe as well. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vanuath isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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. 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. Vanuath fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a green top hat and green clothes. He is physically well-built. His green crest is unkempt and raggedy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Fax never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature, In love. Occupation: Courier

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her brown hair, when down, is lengthy. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her parents enrolled her in a Warlock school at a young age so that she could practice her psionic talents. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears a tan shirt with thin white vertical stripes and black pants. Her golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Salanop is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When Salanop reached her early adolescence her Gnome father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 90 gp.