Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a black Stetson hat and black clothes. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in a small plains village. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and doesn't want to be a stableman and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Sensitive. Bonds: Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 500 sp. Coral (60 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'7" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. Her black crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

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 Dragonborn in existence. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Daar 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 Daar. Being a Soapmaker kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Her bronze crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While she appears to be a normal Dragonborn, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: To protect her home; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Disease. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Small steel mirror.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she prefers to wear tan clothing when she does not wear armor. Her brown hair is thinning but still full. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.

History: When she was but 3 years old her parents immigrated from the east. Because her father participated in the massacre of their homeland, brigands burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. She was preparing to flee to the east, but the outbreak of war prevented her and her mother from journeying east to reunite her family. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Carlin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.