Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Elves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. She wears a blue shirt, with a tan mid length skirt with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 2700 sp.

Description: This tall, slender man is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Naeris will drive conversation. 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, Naeris is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Engraver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Naeris has worked very hard to control his curse. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Extrovert, Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has white hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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, Ar-Pratu is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. At some point he was captured by gnolls and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and blue handkerchief worn on his right side. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. 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 wracked by social anxiety; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He keeps his brass crest in a pixie cut. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Family, Poor, In love. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 220 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (70 gp). 1 Half-Plate.