Description: He is wearing a long, tan cloak, and carries scimitars. His crest is white and very short. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Heskan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Military, In love. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 15000 cp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his chestnut hair down. His half smiles and red eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Pelaios 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. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (100 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 3'2", this man wears tattered old clothes. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Burgell grew up listening to his father's many stories. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Burgell took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He bought a longsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 10000 sp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Lance was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 180 pp. Zircon (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp).