Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He worked as a nervous Mortician and found it very stressful. He became a Mortician soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. He has moderate length red hair. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Glassblower mother left him crippled. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 140 gp. Freshwater pearl (12 gp).

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length white fur. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tabaxis in Cloud's homeland. Cloud decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. Azurite (7 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Altho abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Bellfounder and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 90 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His bronze crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Mreksh is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Mreksh reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He tends to his Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Scribe again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp.