Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and tends to wear a red poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: In love, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 900 gp. Star rose quartz (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Citrine (70 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a nunchaku on his belt. His blue crest is unkempt and raggedy. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 5000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1900 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (80 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and is wearing a long, black cloak. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is short and auburn. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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 a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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's also a talented Server, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Racist, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears bulky blue painted plate armor. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Aelar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Mortician, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 3 Antitoxin. 1 Smokesticks.

Description: This man wears red leather gloves, a red jacket, and tight pants, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His fur is red and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are copper.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 13000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.