Description: This woman is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mayor, and sports empty pouches on her belt. She has a very tight haircut. Her fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Mayor. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. Williamina liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Mayor responsibilities is difficult; and she's in love

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 30 pp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his bastard sword ready. He wears his silver hair down. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. During his travels, Tim and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Tim discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Tim fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His black hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise amber.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man wears a green coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his right hand. He has wavy bronze crest. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Zedaar embodies much of what other species detest in the Dragonborns. Zedaar is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Guard. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Family, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A 5'4" northern woman, she wears a brown vest and prefers tan and violet shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She wears a top hat to cover her moderate length gray fur. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her mother. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 gp.