Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His yellow fur has been sun bleached extensively. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines yellow.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Sweet was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears baggy grey pantaloons and a red scarf. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a great chef.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This western man has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his violet robe. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has no crest. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 Dragonborn in existence. 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, Trynnicus is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Trynnicus was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Shipwright. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 500 gp. Alexandrite (1000 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Emerald (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is renowned for his bright white suits and hats. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Bhevek was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Bhevek took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He sports a flattop hair cut. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: He was born in a small forest village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Mordai took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp.