Description: She wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available she will default to her spear. Her blue crest is matted, messy, and big. Her red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1400 gp. Blue quartz (4 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Blue star sapphire (900 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp).

Description: She wears a tight fitting green shirt and pants. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her shortspear, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. She keeps her long purple hair kept up in a rat tail. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her black eyes.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Orianna was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Orianna's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She has recently attracted an admirer that believes she's playing hard to get.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs; and she's in love

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 4000 sp. Sardonyx (50 gp).

Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her violet robe. She keeps her purple hair in a pixie cut. Her silver eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Armara embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. She is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Born to a Bowyer, her mother struggled to pay the bills. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She has worked as a Dyer like her mother before her.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp. White pearl (140 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp).

Description: A 4'1" eastern man, he is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. His white hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Reirak alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands; and half-orc compassion

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 40 gp. Silver pearl (50 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). 4 Antitoxin.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is short and blonde. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Rimple lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a sword on his belt. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. A true patriot, Thokk would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Thokk 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. 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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thokk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His crest is cut close to his head. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his top black hat.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. Rivaan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1100 gp. Emerald (1500 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, marred by teas. Her auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Laborer. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. Her hair is white and very short. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Fallthra was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. While she appears to be a normal Dwarf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Addict, Insane. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp.