Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He sports pastel clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His beige fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His copper eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born in a small island village. Pelt liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortspear, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. He is physically well-built. He wears his auburn hair up. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He got into the Animal Trainer business at a young age. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He struck the Animal Trainer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new animal trainer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This light-skinned male sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Gifted from a young age, Delebean studied abroad. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Servant. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Servant for hire.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Mortician; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 600 gp. Golden pearl (70 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This woman is very fat, and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her white hair is matted, messy, and big. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the east were limited. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Marry her sister to traveling adventurers; and to end her boredom

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man wears green painted combat armor at almost all times, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His green crest is braided into rings. He has red eyes and a green hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.