Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His long red fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 110 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (60 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His hair is blonde and curly. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Dworic has worked very hard to control his curse. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Emotional, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He stands about 6'10" and is typically in his Hunter uniform. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. He is baby faced.

Personality: He hates Half-Orcs with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Orc artifacts is his passion; and half-orc compassion

Flaws: Racist, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Amber (70 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). 1 Full Plate. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears a black costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Horhog abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 400 gp. Malachite (8 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp).

Description: Standing 4'9", this man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He has no hair. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Server. He struck the Server job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Just what you see.