Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He carries a battered dagger and tarnished scimitar as well. His fur is brown and curly. His copper eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Shifting 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. He struck the Sculptor job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to be a butcher again

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 60 pp. Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Silver pearl (110 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished trident as well. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a rapier on his belt. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His first spouse was a Ploughman, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Ploughman they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Armorer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Kathra took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor she uses now. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Addict, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.