Description: 6'5" and muscular, this northern man is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. He keeps his gray fur in a flapper bob. He has amber eyes and a tan hat with a black feather.

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. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He is a Chromatic Dragon in disguise. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Opinionated. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: He wears a blue vest and prefers violet and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Ur-Dag alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants revenge against orcs.

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears skinny pants and wears a pastel and green robe with the hood down. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Theriatis grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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. 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 doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Justice, Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: German accent

Possessions: A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He has wavy brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1500 gp.