Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. 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: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. 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. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: The child of a Brewer, who enjoyed hunting, Ivellios was taken on many hunting expeditions. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. Being a Merchant kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and seeks redemption

Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Criminal record, Family, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 90 gp. 2 Acid flasks.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. His crest is short and brass. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

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. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Salasar was born the youngest of three triplets. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Painter they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Carpenter, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: An older man who typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor, he is not a threatening figure. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Berrian's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the south to a Blacksmith, Berrian learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Job, In love, Criminal record. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 390 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He is a Maurezhi in disguise. Dayereth abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. During his travels, Dayereth and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dayereth discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dayereth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 700 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp).