Description: He is in excellent shape and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His blue hair is matted, messy, and big. He is baby faced.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tiefling people.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 gp. Citrine (80 gp). 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His fur is cut close to his head. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Left-Handed has worked very hard to control his curse. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Cynical, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 30 pp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Fargrim reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother 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. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Family, Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. His red hair is braided into rings. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a blue shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly bastard swords and scimitars. His hair is white and curly. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. 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, Mindartis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp.