Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a grey costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. His crest is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Jade (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. He has a hunchback. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 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: He was raised in a desert tribe. Rael 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Curran alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His fur is brown and curly. 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 is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Slave Trader hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his ceremonial dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has moderate length white hair. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Cimer was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. After coming to the age of reason, Cimer took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.