Description: He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with green slacks, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'6" when asserting himself. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Seebo does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Spy

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 70 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has styled his copper crest well, parting it to the right. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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 uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His blue crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Rathkran was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 12000 cp. 1 Healer’s kit. 1 Backpack. 1 Healer’s kit.