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 chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Stannor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: 5'7" and muscular, this eastern man dresses well, wearing violet shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Architect

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

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: He stands about 5'10" and is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Ûshgol was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and many orcs want him driven away

Flaws: Lazy, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has wavy red hair. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

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 Tiefling in existence. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Justice, Professionalism, Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 15000 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her longsword with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She wears a colorful flower in her beige fur. This green eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. The war was a terrible time for her, and Fragrant does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fragrant fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: She wears violet leather gloves, a violet jacket, and tight pants, and she perpetually has her greatsword ready. Her chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. The war was a terrible time for her, and Phann does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Phann was born with her father's beautiful face. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Phann fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Emotional, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. She is an epitome of beauty. She has shaved her head bald. Her eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Doctor arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 390 gp. Alexandrite (400 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Morgran was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Morgran took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. 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. Morgran fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 gp. Chalcedony (50 gp). Jade (120 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). 1 Climber’s kit.