Description: He is in excellent shape and wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has done his best to style his silver crest to look like a famous performer. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Hirrathak lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He tends to his Fortune-teller job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He keeps his orange fur in a pixie cut. His eyes are yellow.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Shivering was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Apothecary, but he was a colossal failure. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He is portly but not overly obese. His bronze crest is braided into rings. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mercenary born in the past three hundred years. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 worked as a Mercenary like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a green vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her green boots flare out at the collars. Her rusty crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears a white coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon her head, and is pretty ugly. Her brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 9. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While she appears to be a normal Halfling, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To end her boredom.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 sp.