Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His hair is short and blonde. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Gimurt speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Gimurt was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Gimurt liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: He stands about 6'8" and is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has moderate length white hair. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and tiefling compassion

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Silver pearl (100 gp). Jade (100 gp).

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has styled his brass crest 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: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Gargax embodies much of what other species detest in the Dragonborns. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Gargax was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gargax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 3'11" and muscular, this northern man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is short and golden. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Spy. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

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. When Dworic reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He tends to his Spy job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1000 sp. 3 Antitoxin.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 500 sp.