Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a white collared shirt and yellow pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Wiggan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and obtaining odd cultural tiefling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a black vest and prefers yellow and brown shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Her purple hair is thinning but still full. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines black.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her music with anyone who is interested.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Being born in the north, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the north for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. She has worked as a Mayor like her father before her.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent father; and marry her brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a glaive, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. His hair is auburn and very short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Assassin arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. During his travels, Calcitro and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Calcitro discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Calcitro fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears a black feathered hat and black clothes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His red crest is heavily combed to the right. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Fax is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fax studied abroad. Through the years after Fax was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Fax's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Good lock.