Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has a large yellow mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. A freak accident while working with his Fortune-teller father left him crippled. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 sp. Chrysoberyl (90 gp). Banded agate (5 gp). Onyx (60 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 6'0". He wears a blue collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad blue hat.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Spice Merchant who has hired him part-time. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Patrick was born the youngest of three triplets. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 4 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Patrick never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Bonds: Has a crush, Enemies, Family, In love. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 2600 gp. Rock crystal (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Azurite (15 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Onyx (40 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born in the east to a Bricklayer, Berrian learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His black fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1600 gp. A small bag of saffron. (30 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'2". He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His black crest is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

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 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. His childhood dream was to be a Bowyer, but he was a colossal failure. 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 expand his business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.