Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. His blue hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. This silver eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Andram 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. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears long strands of opal and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His green eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a great chef.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3000 cp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His scarlet crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 95. 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 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Obsidian (11 gp).

Description: She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'5" when asserting herself. Her blonde hair is still thick. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her gray eyes.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: Margery was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She found a children's book about a Half-Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. Rhodochrosite (14 gp).

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her lavender fur is matted, messy, and big. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born in the south. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tabaxis in Gale's homeland. Gale decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She is renowned for her bright yellow dresses and hats. She carries with her a set of hammers, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her hair is cut close to her head. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Being born in the south, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the south for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Merchant; and wants her loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Family, Religious, Has a crush. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears dull black sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. With wild golden hair. Her eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is a great chef.

History: She was born in a small island village. Ostracized due to the martial powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. 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. Kabbarg fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to protect her home

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She wears a tan vest and prefers yellow and black shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She wears her red hair down. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and to be a carpenter again

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty yellow coat over it. She has no hair. Her amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: She was born in the west. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 30 gp.