Description: This slender man stands about 3'8". He wears a blue collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Dabbledob was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. She carries with her a set of bows on her belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. She has dyed her greying green crest a little too much giving a sharp green color. Her red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Savaran is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Savaran grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Savaran. She tends to her Laborer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 80 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: She is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly swords and maces. Her blonde hair is well kept. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: This woman loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. She moved out west to avoid the crime she committed. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her auburn hair is thinning but still full. Her hazel eyes peer out from beneath her Stetson white hat.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes giants are coming to abduct people. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Dell reached her early adolescence her Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dell fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes drow are coming to abduct people. She works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. In her 13th year, her parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Tippletoe alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by drow. Tippletoe was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and many drow want her driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp).

Description: She is a physically imposing light-skinned woman. She wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Her red hair, when down, is lengthy. Her violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Drenna will drive conversation. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. After coming to the age of reason, Drenna took it upon herself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a violet shirt with thin pastel vertical stripes and white pants. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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, Adran is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Tanner business at a young age. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Adran grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Adran. Being a Tanner kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and a strong sense of loyalty to tiefling people

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her long silver hair reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are green and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: Born in the west to a Apothecary, Loopmottin learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born to a Servant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.