Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. The war was a terrible time for him, and Drogo does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo 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 wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Greedy, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Watson was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Watson's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Disease, Impulsive, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He is wearing a long, black cloak. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has styled his silver crest well, parting it to the right. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the south were limited. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears his auburn hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Kilvar grew up listening to his father's many stories. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 cp.