Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. This gold eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He likes to wear tan tank tops with white pants. His blue crest is smooth and relatively long. His ears are large.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people.

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is white and curly. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. The war was a terrible time for him, and Oskar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A freak accident while working with his Layabout mother left him crippled. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Secretive, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 80 gp. Red spinel (70 gp). Sard (40 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his monstrous two handed axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He has shaved his head bald. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 61. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. When Bucklal reached his early adolescence his Halfling father 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. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to be a guard again

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Ratlûg was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to protect his home

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 400 gp.