Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new fletcher responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A 6'4" eastern man, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat. His purple hair is greasy and uncared for. His silver eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

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 Xappan reached his early adolescence his Tiefling 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Peridot (30 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a pastel poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries a battered shortspear and tarnished axe as well. He has moderate length blue hair. He has red eyes and a pastel hat with a white feather.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamuz is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His blue crest is knotted and matted. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Shamash isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Shamash was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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. 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. Shamash fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Doctor. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his feathered green hat.

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 takes great joy in being the best Doctor in town.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1100 sp.