Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'6" and wears a fancy violet suit. He wears his black hair up. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 30 gp. Moss agate (16 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a very tight haircut. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his broad black hat.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Weaver. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 6'1". He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and his gloved hand is found clutching a quarterstaff. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a Tailor first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Fenriz lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Tailor. He's also a talented Hunter, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and tabaxi compassion

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He wears a tan shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and he perpetually has his trident ready. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 53. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born into a rich family. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 3'4". He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light red in addition to tight pants. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He is baby faced.

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. 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: Ombul was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Bonds: Nature, Religious, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 800 sp.