Description: This malnourished man wears a green tunic with brown highlights, and long violet pants that bunch up around his shoes. His white crest has been sun bleached extensively. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Born to a Ploughman, his father struggled to pay the bills. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Fax alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Sensitive, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp).

Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'10" and wears dull red sweaters, loose yellow pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hammer, just in case. His white hair is knotted and matted. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

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. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Blue quartz (14 gp). Sard (30 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Emerald (1100 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy blue stubble. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. He has a hunchback. He has done his best to style his blue hair to look like a famous performer. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Damakos was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Damakos grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Damakos. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 is wearing a tight yellow one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His gold crest is smooth and relatively long. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Gifted from a young age, Srorthen studied abroad. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has styled his copper crest well, parting it to the right. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He tends to his Servant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Iolite (30 gp).