Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she likes to wear brown tank tops with blue skirt. Her hair is long and silver with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small brown clips. Her brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is a Server first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She has achieved small success as a Server.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Buckler. 1 Breastplate.

Description: She is in excellent shape and wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. Her black crest is greasy and uncared for. Her red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. In her 15th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she feels threatened by others

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She prefers to wear tan clothing when she does not wear armor. She is physically well-built. She has a long golden ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Theirastra wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Theirastra lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Theirastra abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. Her deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: She does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Havilar was born on a far eastern mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Carpenter. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his flail with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His crest is bronze and curly. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

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 Dragonborn in existence. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Quarethon was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: Revenge; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 140 gp. Lapis lazuli (10 gp). 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: This eastern man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His green eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. 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, Chad is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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 father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Chad was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull white iron scale mail. His fur is short and brown. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Flame was raised in a hard working conservative environment. After coming to the age of reason, Flame took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He became a Junk Dealer soon after.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to be a bookbinder again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sai, but if one is not available he will default to his club. He has dyed his greying black fur a little too much giving a sharp black color. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Gifted from a young age, Cloud studied abroad. At some point he was captured by brigands and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a blue scarf. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Sapply lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting, Logical, Impeccable. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3100 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.