Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His brass crest is unkempt and raggedy. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Donaar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Interpreter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion.

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 320 gp. Onyx (80 gp). Jade (40 gp).

Description: He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Halfling in existence. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Justice, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a green deerstalker hat and green clothes. He carries with him a set of bastard swords, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His head has been shaved. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Jabbie was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Barber. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has dyed his greying brass crest a little too much giving a sharp brass color. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Seamstress. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mozikth grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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. During his travels, Mozikth and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Mozikth discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Mozikth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 20 gp.