Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Varis was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His blue crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Apothecary born in the past three hundred years. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born in the north to a Apothecary, Shedinn learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Impulsive, Antagonistic, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 sp. Silver pearl (120 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His dark red hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

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 pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 10000 cp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears an entirely grey suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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, Beloril is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Beloril 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. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Beloril never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Architect responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Nature, In love, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. A gifted student he started as a Masseuse, but he got bored and became a Bather. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (80 gp).