Description: He prefers to wear flannel, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are a pleasant black.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

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. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. Through the years after Berrian was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Berrian's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bowyer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Amnon 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: 6'0" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His blue hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He uses divination through singing.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Nicor was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tieflings became a terror of the countryside. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 sp.