Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. His white hair is still thick. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Ar-Kaius does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a lance and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Military, Slave. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 200 gp. Chrysoprase (70 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. He wears his silver crest up. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the south were limited. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Guardian, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she dresses like a well dressed Layabout does. She has shaved her head bald. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 12. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She disdains her fellow westerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His lavender fur, when down, is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Shivering was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. 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. Shivering fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Guardian, Poor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 11000 sp.