Description: This younger middle-aged man tends to wear a large black jacket, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Layabout born in the past three hundred years. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To be a Banker again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: In love, Job, Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: He usually wears his brown robe and has his sword always slung over his shoulder. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the west to a Apothecary, Veit learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. Solid gold idol (1000 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a fancy green suit. His hair is cut close to his head. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Half-Orc culture. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and half-orc compassion

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the left. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2400 sp. A roughly beaten golden orb (90 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (90 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 keeps his long orange fur kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are copper.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. River took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1600 sp.