Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He is physically well-built. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 73. 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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Roondar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is dressed in an above average manner. He has styled his blue hair well, parting it to the right. This white eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: An older woman who typically wears violet cloth garments or leather armor, she is not a threatening figure. She wears a top hat to cover her moderate length blonde hair. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She can't help but pocket interesting objects she comes across

History: She got into the Jeweler business at a young age. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Geva has worked very hard to control her curse. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and she desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: She is lean but muscular and wears silk and lounges about seductively. Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Tabaxi companion (her 'brother'). She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she's looking for her big break

Flaws: Terse, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a violet shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, marred by beers. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Uthemar is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Uthemar was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 300 gp. Red garnet (110 gp). Amethyst (110 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp).