Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His white fur is unkempt and raggedy. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Scribe 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 giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 14000 sp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His white eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Through the years after Paymon was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Paymon's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Disease. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1700 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). A small bag of saffron. (50 gp).

Description: He wears a brown costume with the symbols of death on his torso, and carries shields. His scarlet crest is smooth and relatively long. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. 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: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Barbarian school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Tourmaline (110 gp).