Description: This exceptionally lanky man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs.

Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Criminal record, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 cp. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: Standing 5'11", this man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His childhood dream was to be a Ruler, but he was a colossal failure. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). 1 Average lock.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He 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. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His fur is lavender, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Shivering was born with his mother's beautiful face. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shield.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Insane, Emotional. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 600 sp.