Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his glaive, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: He is wearing a long, green cloak. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blue hair is smooth and relatively long. His black eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Qemuel 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. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She has a long chestnut ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her eyes are hazel.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Apothecary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Creega 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; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 60 gp. Red spinel (140 gp).

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. The occasional robbery is her preferred attention getting crime, but she mainly uses her means for meeting her own perverse desires.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp. Alexandrite (700 gp). Red garnet (60 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and blue robe with the hood down. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 75. 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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 40 gp.