Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His blue hair is knotted and matted. His skin is flawless and his black eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Morthos was born the youngest of three triplets. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1000 pp. Brown-green garnet (100 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has dyed his greying cinnamon fur a little too much giving a sharp cinnamon color. He has a dull look in his copper eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Weaver and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 100 gp. Deep blue spinel (1000 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

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 cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Barakas and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to pay off his debts

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his halberd with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brass crest is unkempt and raggedy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. 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. Nithther fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: With yellow face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. After a long history of fighting, Norman and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Tailor and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 700 gp.