Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'1". She wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants, and her gloved hand is found clutching a quarterstaff. Her crest is green and curly. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Painter arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her father took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To unite with her sister; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: She is lean but muscular and is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sculptor. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Sculptor but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Falkrunn grew up listening to her father's many stories. Her childhood dream was to be a Roofer, but she was a colossal failure. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Sculptor for hire.

Motivation: She made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to pay off her debts

Ideals: Justice, Pacifist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Debt. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 270 gp. Chalcedony (30 gp).

Description: 4'9" and muscular, this western woman dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. Her brown hair is still thick. Her eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Mara was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Warrior, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Warrior in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. She struck the Mortician job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 900 sp. Emerald (500 gp).

Description: This western man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his blue crest down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born to a Barrister, his father struggled to pay the bills. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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. Kerkad fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1500 gp. Hematite (16 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.