Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Doctor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tarhun fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright yellow and red, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 310 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She wears dark leathers with embroidery. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her silver hair is braided into rings. Her amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Shipwright. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: She got into the Shipwright business at a young age. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Expand her business; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He hates Elves 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: Born in the west to a Glassblower, Gennal learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Gennal's homeland. Gennal decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He has achieved small success as a Glassblower.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Standing 6'2", this woman sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She has no hair. Her red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Phelaia hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Her parents were killed by gnolls in a raid when she was still a young child. The gnolls captured her, and made her a slave and general play-thing. She was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to her deformed appearance. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by gnolls. Phelaia was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: Revenge; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Passionate, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 gp.