Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his monstrous two handed axe. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is dressed in earthy colors with a black and red handkerchief worn on his right side. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Koth took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to protect his home

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Bather

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries with him a set of daggers on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. He has blue eyes and a blue hat with a green feather.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Gardener hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 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 is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak. His hair is auburn and very short. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Bucklal alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bucklal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Philantrophist, Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Rock crystal (20 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who is dressed in an above average manner. He has dyed his greying orange fur a little too much giving a sharp orange color. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He got into the Apothecary business at a young age. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the east were limited. He tends to his Apothecary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Has a crush, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.