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 brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 20 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His dark red hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born in the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the south were limited. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. He wears his white hair up. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sage born in the past three hundred years. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Damien was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sage work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sage work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Sage soon after.

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

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Ulfgar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, 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 Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Ulfgar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Breastplate.