Description: He wears a red cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. He carries with him a set of greataxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His crest is cut close to his head. His gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kerkad fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a mortician again

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Religious, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a fancy grey suit. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep silver.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. He found a children's book about a Half-Orc Adept who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 180 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is chestnut and curly. He is baby faced.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Nalral was born with his father's beautiful face. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Joker, Logical, Artistic. Flaws: Terse, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Ildrex was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, 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 Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Ildrex abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 100 gp.