Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His golden hair is still thick. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: In love, Adventurer, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: This man is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, black shirt, and tan tie, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 320 gp. Jade (120 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). Amber (120 gp).

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. When Quarion reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Quarion was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants, and is pretty ugly. Her blonde hair is lengthy. Her green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.