Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he likes to wear black tank tops with white pants. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Cressel was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Cressel's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has moderate length silver hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. After a long history of fighting, Lewis and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and dragonborn compassion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears his red hair up. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in the west to a Knight, Shaká learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Knight. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Terse, Racist. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (40 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). 1 Antitoxin.