Description: He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His crest is short and black. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. 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, Donaar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Slave Trader, who enjoyed hunting, Donaar was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a simple grey robe with white stripes complete with hood, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 110 gp. Onyx (70 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple white robe with black stripes complete with hood. His scarlet crest, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born in the north. When Medrash reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His red crest is unkempt and raggedy. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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

History: Heskan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his white eyes.

Personality: Barakas hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Barakas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp.