Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a brown coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His beige fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Locksmith business.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands.

Ideals: Passionate, Persistence. Bonds: Slave, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 110 gp. Silver pearl (100 gp).

Description: This dark-skinned female wears a brown costume with the symbols of her god on her torso. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her ears are large.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Because her father participated in the massacre of their homeland, orcs burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. She was preparing to flee to the south, but the outbreak of war prevented her and her mother from journeying south to reunite her family. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Good lock.

Description: This late middle aged man tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt and is in decent physical shape. His tied-back hair is silver. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born in a small forest village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Fargas took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a black shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Grisha was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Grisha took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Grisha fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp. Tourmaline (130 gp).