Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'5" and is dressed in an above average manner. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born in the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the south were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears a green vest and prefers black and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears his auburn hair up. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Darrak lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Darrak took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 390 gp. Citrine (70 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 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 black tunic with violet highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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 to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Igden was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Priest. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His white crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a dull look in his red eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Being a Weaver kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; 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: Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered green stockings. He keeps his green crest in a flapper bob. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Gifted from a young age, Azzakh studied abroad. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Blacksmith.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.