Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, marred by beers. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. Being born in the north, 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 north 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. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This tall, slender woman wears professional attire. She has wavy blonde hair. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Caelynn wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Druid, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: Gnomish compassion.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. He is baby faced.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Joker. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a white costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. He carries with him a set of greataxes on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. 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: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. His mother worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled mother and took his mother's old job. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.