Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a tan collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has no hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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, Erdan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Farmer, who enjoyed hunting, Erdan was taken on many hunting expeditions. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He takes great joy in being the best Locksmith in town.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has achieved small success as a Locksmith.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: She is a pot bellied eastern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Her fur is red and curly. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are blue.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 41. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Harvest was born in the east. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

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 true patriot, Anselm would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Anselm was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. During his travels, Anselm and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Anselm discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Anselm fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she is dressed in an above average manner. She wears her black hair up. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She disdains her fellow westerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 sp.