Description: 6'3" and muscular, this northern man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears his red fur up. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Cloak reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He carries a battered bow and tarnished sword as well. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a fancy blue suit. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Aerdeth enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Aerdeth was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Ranger, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When Aerdeth reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf 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. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Military, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 16000 sp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (170 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is renowned for his bright black suits and hats and is in decent physical shape. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barkeep hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad brown hat.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Nuraval isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 260 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.