Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Seamstress but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Trym has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Pacifist. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

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 typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull violet iron scale mail. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the east were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he is greedy

Ideals: Joker, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a simple brown robe with black stripes complete with hood, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Whurbin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Whurbin was born the youngest of three triplets. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Weaver they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Brewer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: In love, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (13 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. Her hair is short and blue. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady silver eyes.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. While she appears to be a normal Tiefling, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Forgetful, Insane. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 90 gp.