Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His black hair is lengthy. His silver eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. 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: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Mamnen 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. Mamnen 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; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. He keeps his long rusty crest kept up in a rat tail. He wears a mask on his face.

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 loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Kriv was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He wears tattered old clothes. He has a hunchback. His hair is long and white with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. He has brown eyes and a white hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 20 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt and is in decent physical shape. His hair is black and very short. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a Weaver first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born in the south to a Weaver, Darrow learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Darrow abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He struck the Weaver job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a strong sense of loyalty to dragonborn people

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 500 sp.