Description: He is in excellent shape and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Mormo speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a mace on his belt. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His fur is beige, silky, and of moderate length. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tan shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'4" when asserting himself. His hair is brown and curly. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Glassblower profession.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 gp. Rhodochrosite (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. His crest is blue and very short. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Mreksh was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Forgetful, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 50 gp.