Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest is scarlet and curly. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: The child of a Tailor, who enjoyed hunting, Mehen was taken on many hunting expeditions. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 600 gp. White opal (900 gp). Black star sapphire (900 gp). Coral (130 gp). Brown diamond (4000 gp). Banded agate (14 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. His crest is brass, silky, and of moderate length. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 45000 sp. Peridot (50 gp). Coral (130 gp). Moss agate (15 gp).

Description: 4'5" and muscular, this southern man wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: Rangrim is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the south to a Priest, Rangrim learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Priest. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to be a armorer again

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has moderate length green crest. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Torinn is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Torinn has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Professionalism, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.