Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Hunter was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Dilettante like his father before him.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. His crest is silver and curly. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a green armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. He wears his silver hair up. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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 to a Junk Dealer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Herbalist hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Burgell will drive conversation. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Burgell lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Burgell fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and doesn't want to be a baker and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. The war was a terrible time for him, and Anselm does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Dilettante father left him crippled. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Depressed, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.