Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Namfoodle took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 380 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is typically in his Armorer uniform. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Armorer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He's also a talented Jeweler, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Job, Military, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Osco was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Locksmith. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Professionalism. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He wears bulky blue painted plate armor, and carries greataxes. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 900 sp. 4 Thunderstones.