Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His hair is black and curly. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Whurbin grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Whurbin. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Hobart wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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: Wants to work out more often; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 200 gp. Iolite (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He likes to wear black tank tops with pastel pants. His silver hair is still thick. He has blue eyes and a black hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Shy, Lazy, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His long brass crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has achieved small success as a Soapmaker.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to be a sage again

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 gp.