Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears violet leather gloves, a violet jacket, and tight pants. He has styled his bronze crest well, parting it to the right. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. At a young age his father died while driving off some brigands. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in dagger use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 70000 cp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He has black eyes and a tan hat with a black feather.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born in the south to a Cartwright, Nicor learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His childhood dream was to be a Dyer, but he was a colossal failure. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Disguise kit. 1 Superior lock.

Description: He wears dull red sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has styled his scarlet crest well, parting it to the left. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. His crest, while still mostly gold, has prominent grey streaks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Rich purple corundum (1200 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He has a large pastel mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his tan robe, marred by chocolates. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp.