Description: He stands about 5'9" and prefers to wear flannel. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are gray.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the east were limited. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 500 gp. Citrine (70 gp). Zircon (70 gp).

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 dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a black coat with white slacks. He keeps his long white crest kept up in a rat tail. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Weaver. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Gifted from a young age, Shamash studied abroad. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 3200 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears tattered old clothes. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Gilthur was born the youngest of three triplets. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and many giants want him driven away

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull white iron scale mail. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Fisher who has hired him part-time. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield. 1 Breastplate.

Description: Standing 6'6", this man wears a red top hat and red clothes. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Adventurer, but he was a colossal failure. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bowyer for the past few years.

Motivation: To protect his home; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 700 gp.