Description: She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Her yellow fur is heavily combed to the right. Her amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. A true patriot, Harvest would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. Harvest 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 is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1300 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (140 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears a green costume with the symbols of strength on her torso. She wears her brown hair down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered painting. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Fearful. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 4000 gp. Amethyst (90 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). White pearl (90 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the right. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: Born in the west to a Hunter, Ahvain learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has achieved small success as a Hunter.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is wearing a long, red cloak. He wears his golden hair up. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sellsword arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. 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: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a shortspear on his belt. He has a hunchback. He has wavy silver hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Namfoodle was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Through the years after Namfoodle was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Namfoodle's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Namfoodle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Painter responsibilities is difficult; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 gp.