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 a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Nybarg took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He bought a halberd and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He usually wears his black robe and has his ceremonial dagger always slung over his shoulder, marred by sweets. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Laborer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Half-Elven culture. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Lance was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 110 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (30 gp).

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has no hair. His eyes are silver and beady.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: The child of a Engraver, who enjoyed hunting, Habor was taken on many hunting expeditions. Habor 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 20 gp.