Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Dragonborn culture. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. 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. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Religious. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Her long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Vonana liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She bought a nunchaku and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and she's in love

Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Crowbar.

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 auburn hair is braided into rings. His ears are large.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He takes great joy in being the best Assassin in town.

History: Born in the south to a Assassin, Trym learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Assassin.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears skinny pants and wears a black and tan robe with the hood down. His tied-back hair is brown. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. After coming to the age of reason, Morg took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He became a Scribe soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a cook again

Ideals: Gifted, Joker. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His red hair is thinning but still full. 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 is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Osco took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Osco was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 2000 cp.