Characters

 Grog

A dragonborn is basically something people have never seen before. People fear dragons so when you first started to encounter them at your favorite fishing spots you were seen as a freak of nature or even attacked on sight. Eventually people came to realize that attacking you was foolish because you always kicked their asses. Slowly you won over the common folks with epic tales of your fishing glories and shared meals of said fish. Even if people thought your stories were bullshit they liked your food and it was proof that you might actually be as skilled as you claim. You prefer to fish along the river but the coastline is also fair game. You even go out to sea sometimes with members of the Ship Baram. Their captain, Barri Baram, has been especially impressed by your meals, leading him to grant you the use of a small apartment in the city. There you set up a kitchen and a small brewery. You don’t cook or brew enough to sell commercially; it’s a hobby not a business. Besides, what would you need money for anyway?  

Ty$arian

You were raised as a foundling of the Ghost Tree tribe. After surviving a shattering victory over a massive orc horde, you decided to set off on your own. You did odd jobs around the north, sometimes labor, sometimes fighting, until you ended up in Luskan. You got set up with Ship Taerl, doing regular work as a guard or hauling cargo on and off ships. 

Edward

You were a ranger of Neverwinter for many years, often working with members of the Harpers and the Lords Alliance, but never officially joining either of them. Eventually you decided to go out on a range all around the North. Near Mirabar you crossed paths with the Wolfpack band of mercenaries and stayed with them for a winter. When the snows thawed you had made new friends and gained a wolf pup companion. They were planning to head south over lands you already knew well, so you parted ways and got on a boat heading downstream to Luskan.

BogBarian

When the sky changed people expected things under the sky to change as well. What the Harpers of Neverwinter Wood didn’t expect was to find a kitten-man tearing around their forest. The druids among them were able to divine your origins: your father was a giant and your mother was one of Freya’s own cats. Your strange parentage made it possible to grow up as a mortal, but this isn’t Midgard. What are the Norse gods doing in Faerun anyway? You have no idea, you’re just a cat. You’re only a few years old but in cat years that’s at least a teenager so you’re plenty capable of surviving on your own. Still, the Harpers are friendly and always appreciate your company so you rarely stray far. 

Celeste 

You’re a recent orphan of a merchant family in Neverwinter. You had to flee the city with your inheritance: a pair of gems that can create incredible illusions. You found shelter with the gracious Harpers of Neverwinter Wood. This left you with a feeling of wanting to pay them back, but you’re not well suited to the demands of living in a hidden wilderness camp so even just pulling your weight around the base has been hard.  When the idea to make the carnival came about, you were quick to get involved, knowing you could make yourself useful AND get back to some sense of city life.