Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He is portly but not overly obese. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 700 gp. Carnelian (20 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Amber (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Anverth was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Tailor. 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 is greedy.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear flannel. He has no hair. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 90. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Bhevek was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Bhevek decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a crossbow on his belt. His hair is purple and curly. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Oriax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. He has shaved his head bald. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Spice Merchant. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he has a crush on the local spice merchant

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 300 gp.