Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. A true patriot, Quarion would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He got into the Blacksmith business at a young age. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Blacksmith for the past few years.

Motivation: Revenge; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Military, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His gold crest, when down, is lengthy. He is baby faced.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: He wears a simple brown robe with tan stripes complete with hood. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Roger was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He wears bulky violet painted plate armor, and he perpetually has his flail ready. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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 has never given up on his writing dream.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Emotional, Shy. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has shaved his head bald. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Adelard 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. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2000 cp.