Description: He wears a grey top hat and grey clothes. He carries with him a set of sickles on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His bronze crest has been sun bleached extensively. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 54. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 600 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a Scribe first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: Alberich hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying west to reunite his family. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people; and to be a layabout again

Flaws: Secretive, Racist. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

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

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This tall, slender man wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. His hair is golden and very short. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in the south to a Assassin, Lamlûg learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Assassin. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Assassin for hire.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 4000 cp. Sard (30 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a yellow shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and pastel pants. He is an epitome of beauty. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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: Hobart was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. His orange fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His copper unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice. Flaws: Disease, Mundane, PTSD. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 110 gp.