Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner, and carries quarterstaffs. His hair is red and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. 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. Nalral fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 190 gp. Black pearl (500 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: The child of a Bookbinder, who enjoyed hunting, Dalgal was taken on many hunting expeditions. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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. Dalgal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and dwarven compassion

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His fur is white and very short. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Seven fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice, Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 pp. Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is an epitome of beauty. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is an amazing painter.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. 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 arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 8000 cp.