Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has white hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: The child of a Fortune-teller, who enjoyed hunting, Oskar was taken on many hunting expeditions. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fortune-teller they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Masseuse, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Family, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 gp. Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He wears a black shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His green crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Banded agate (11 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has styled his gray fur well, parting it to the left. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Weaver they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Ruler, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 6'1" and muscular, this northern man wears a brown coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. He has black crest. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born to a Blacksmith, his father struggled to pay the bills. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.