Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears tattered old clothes. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Himo was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Sailor again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He dresses like a well dressed Detective does. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Detective. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His white crest is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Nadarr embodies much of what other species detest in the Dragonborns. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Gifted from a young age, Nadarr studied abroad. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. After a long history of fighting, Nadarr and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 600 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (90 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His fur is short and lavender. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Dynamic abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with white slacks. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Ar-Beka 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. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 500 sp.