Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and carries morningstars. He keeps his long silver crest kept up in a rat tail. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He receives visions of the future at random moments

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. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Mayor. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born in the west. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mayor.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His eyes are white.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Slave. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 210 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She is dressed in an above average manner. Her crest is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. 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. Pogranix 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; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: He wears dull white sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Spy born in the past three hundred years. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Faran was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Faran decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He's also a talented Banker, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Religious, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 sp.