Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Burto is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Blacksmith arts, while his father 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's in love.

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

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

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He wears an entirely tan suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His white fur is lengthy. This blue eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

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 uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A freak accident while working with his Miller father left him crippled. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Shy, Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (700 gp). 1 Banded mail. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His long rusty crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 5000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has worked as a Shipwright like his mother before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1800 sp.