Description: 3'1" and muscular, this southern man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He hates Halflings with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. The war was a terrible time for him, and Bulzo does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

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. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people; and half-orc compassion

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Smoky quartz (40 gp).

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has blonde hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Thervan 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. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Gnomish people; and gnomish compassion

Flaws: Racist, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1200 pp. A delicate brass dragon egg (50 gp). Jeweled gold crown (6000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2000 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed nunchaku, just in case. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He got into the Performer business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He's also a talented Healer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 15. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born into a rich family. His childhood dream was to be a Herbalist, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Fletcher like his mother before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: Qualen was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bricklayer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Halfling in existence. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Gifted from a young age, Nelkin studied abroad. 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. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 500 gp. Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many yellow ritualistic tattoos. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His white hair is long and unkept. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Dyer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's in love.

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 8000 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1300 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (80 gp).

Description: An older woman who typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor, she is not a threatening figure. She sports brown long hair. Her ears are large.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Revenge; and she wants revenge against illithids

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Courier

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.