Description: 5'9" and muscular, this northern man is typically in his Architect uniform. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He got into the Architect business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Architect work with an outfit from a few towns over. Architect work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Architect job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 900 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and carries nunchakus. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Architect born in the past three hundred years. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Architect arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Architect for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a barber again

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of amethyst and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His gray fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He has a dull look in his copper eyes.

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 is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 6000 sp. Chrysoprase (20 gp).