Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries a battered club and tarnished mace as well. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Grom lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His gray fur is heavily combed to the left. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Sweet liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She likes to wear black tank tops with grey skirt. She sports a flattop hair cut. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Markosian is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and to reunite with her absent mother

Flaws: Depressed, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is dressed in an above average manner. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. 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, Adran is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 130 gp.