Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His white crest is lengthy. His red eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Kerkad isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. 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 was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Laborer. He has styled his silver crest well, parting it to the left. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Nykkan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has worked as a Laborer like his mother before him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Laborer responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is red and very short. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new healer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1400 gp. Malachite (7 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Jet (160 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears dull violet sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aerdeth isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aerdeth is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a red cloak and cross-gartered yellow stockings. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His fur, while still mostly gray, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

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 is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in a small forest village. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, In love, Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 gp.