Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Igden took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in the south. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 2000 gp. White opal (500 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Fire opal (500 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Iolite (40 gp).

Description: He wears a fancy blue suit. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His yellow fur is knotted and matted. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He takes great joy in being the best Seamstress in town.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 tends to his Seamstress job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Debt. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 sp. Blue quartz (7 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a black tunic with blue highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Efferil was born with his mother's beautiful face. When Efferil reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Some 2 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Efferil never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Military, In love, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a grey coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. 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. Altho fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.