Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. He has a hunchback. He has wavy white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Through the years after Qemuel was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Qemuel's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a strong sense of loyalty to dragonborn people

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Racist. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 15000 cp. Jet (140 gp). Jade (140 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Greedy, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature, Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She wears a white shirt, with a grey mid length skirt with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her hazel eyes peer out from beneath her feathered white hat.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was born into a rich family. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Opinionated, Professionalism, Impeccable. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 30 pp. Jet (160 gp). 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Altho abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Bellfounder and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 90 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His bronze crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. 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, Mreksh is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Mreksh reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He tends to his Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Scribe again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp.