Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a red coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mayor. 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: Regain custody of his son; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears blue trousers with white and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Baker kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Cleric school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Therai never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has wavy brown hair. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. 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: Born to a Junk Dealer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Fargrim alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 30 gp.