Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His white crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Gifted from a young age, Pijjirik studied abroad. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Pijjirik never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: In love, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 150 gp. Peridot (20 gp).

Description: He wears a green shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and carries greatswords. His dark red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Cressel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Cressel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This eastern man has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blue hair is lengthy. His eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Amnon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, 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 Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Uraim was born with his mother's beautiful face. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Detective hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Gnomish artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with pastel lining and desert motifs. She carries with her a set of scimitars on her belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. She has done her best to style her brown fur to look like a famous performer. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Seven is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Map Maker, who enjoyed hunting, Seven was taken on many hunting expeditions. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. She bought a scimitar and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.