Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are amber.

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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Pallabar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. 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. Pallabar 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is scarred and worn.

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. 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: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. Thervan was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bather. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 60 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. His brass crest is thinning but still full. 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 is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 drifted from career to career and currently works as a Detective.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 80 pp. White pearl (130 gp). Red spinel (130 gp).

Description: She wears a black cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. She uses divination through singing.

History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the west. Being born in the west, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the west for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way north. She was granted druidic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'10". She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat, and her gloved hand is found clutching a quarterstaff. Her blonde hair is still thick. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: Meriele was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Her childhood dream was to be a Miner, but she was a colossal failure. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Hunter for hire.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 400 gp.