Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: Stannor is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Stannor lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Map Maker. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. A freak accident while working with his Stableman mother left him crippled. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Map Maker.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Emotional, Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears dull white sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bow, just in case. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has brown eyes.

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 obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bow.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 210 gp. Obsidian (6 gp).

Description: He typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a flattop hair cut. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ortegar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 130 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (20 gp).