Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a green collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Dworic isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. In his youth he was a Stylist, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Dworic fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, PTSD. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He keeps his rusty crest in a flapper bob. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Rivaan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, In love, Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears long strands of amethyst and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Darrow hails from a village terrorized by goblins. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants revenge against goblins; and many goblins want him driven away

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears violet leather gloves, a violet jacket, and tight pants. His purple hair is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Thamuz lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Through the years after Thamuz was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Thamuz's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Insane, Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Slave. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 800 gp. Alexandrite (800 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a green tunic with black highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes and is in decent physical shape. His silver crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Born to a Apothecary, his father struggled to pay the bills. His childhood dream was to be a Apothecary, but he was a colossal failure. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Banker for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Poor, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.