Description: He stands about 4'0" and wears dull brown sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Veit was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 north. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 160 pp.

Description: 6'2" and muscular, this western man wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His blue crest, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He hates goblins. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Shipwright 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 goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of goblins

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has done his best to style his blonde hair to look like a famous performer. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He became a Dyer soon after.

Motivation: To be a Apothecary again; and expand his business

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: 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 skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: Soveliss is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'2" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her black robe. Her black crest is still thick. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Herbalist born in the past three hundred years. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Driindar was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Herbalist responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 3'9" and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 150 gp. Rhodochrosite (7 gp).

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His crest is cut close to his head. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Ghesh was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When Ghesh reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature, Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His crest is silver and curly. 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 tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

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

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 120 gp. Silver pearl (120 gp).

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 hair is long and chestnut with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 7000 cp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp).