Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Foxilon took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a red shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. She carries with her a set of shortbows on her belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. She has wavy green crest. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Quespa embodies much of what other species detest in the Dragonborns. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quespa fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. With wild silver hair. Her gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.

History: Hadwisa was born with her mother's beautiful face. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. During her travels, Hadwisa and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Hadwisa discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Hadwisa fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs; and she is greedy

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Attractive, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and black handkerchief worn on her right side. She is an epitome of beauty. With bright white hair. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She hates Humans with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: She was born in the south, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and half-orc compassion

Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 sp.