Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His rusty crest is greasy and uncared for. His gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His parents enrolled him in a Adept school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man likes to wear black tank tops with grey pants. His white hair is singed and shortened. His ears are large.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 67. 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 logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His red hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Tailor born in the past three hundred years. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Tailor business.

History: Orsik was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Tailor. He tends to his Tailor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She wears a Stetson hat to hide her balding. Her eyes are likewise red. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was born in the south, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His green crest, when down, is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Srorthen learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Stylist. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush, Slave. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Hourglass.