Description: This man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His crest is brass and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. Heskan was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Heskan decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 2'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. He wears his black hair up. His ears are large.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the south were limited. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Doctor and was forced into it by his family.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Guardian, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his halberd. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Ivellios is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Servant arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 6'3" and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his green crest up. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

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. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 sp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (120 gp).

Description: He stands about 6'3" and wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His fur, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Pelt was born with his father's beautiful face. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fortune-teller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.