Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it, and is pretty ugly. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length bronze crest. His red eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: Salasar is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Soapmaker. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a tan costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his blonde hair up. 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. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the east were limited. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Ombul embodies much of what other species detest in the Halflings. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a grey Stetson hat and grey clothes. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

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. He worked as a nervous Mason and found it very stressful. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a engraver again

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Military, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is chestnut and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, 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 illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nicholas 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.