Description: This man wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his right hand. His hair is red and very short. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vlorn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her silver hair is greasy and uncared for. Her hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. She is an amazing painter.

History: Greeba was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud.

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 51. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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, Delre is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born at the edge of vast forest. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Delre took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor she uses now. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: She has a missing left leg. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her fur is orange and curly. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Her divine abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she wants revenge against dire rats

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. Her golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. Her green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Mardred has worked very hard to control her curse. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Mundane, Shy. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.