Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Gorgûm was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Gorgûm abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. This green eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, In love. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Average lock.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her gold crest is thinning but still full. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was raised in a forest tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Savaran took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor she uses now. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a pastel costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on her torso. Her fur is beige and curly. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Dyer business.

History: Born in the south to a Dyer, Flask learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Flask was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She struck the Dyer job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and expand her business

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He typically wears yellow cloth garments or leather armor, marred by beers. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He found a children's book about a Half-Elf Fighter who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 800 sp.