Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is wearing a long, grey cloak. He has dyed his greying purple hair a little too much giving a sharp purple color. His eyes are likewise silver. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 53. 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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Cairn never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Religious, In love. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his glaive with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blue crest is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Zedaar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (140 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a blue armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Corkitron reached his early adolescence his Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has never given up on his music dream.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.