Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he dresses well, wearing pastel shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Raer was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raer fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 700 gp. Red-brown spinel (80 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white 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 is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1000 sp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Citrine (50 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His green crest is unkempt and raggedy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

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. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Cynical, Racist, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'6" when asserting himself. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length cinnamon fur. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Art was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.