Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Through the years after Conrad was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Conrad's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: This man wears long strands of amethyst and short pastel dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has dyed his greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Spear alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. 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: Revenge.

Flaws: Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His crest is short and green. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Mehen isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Sculptor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Mehen was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sculptor. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1500 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has moderate length auburn hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Tharivol 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. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 30000 sp.