Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Pandjed grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She wears baggy tan pantaloons and a brown scarf. Her red hair, when down, is lengthy. She has a dull look in her brown eyes.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was raised in a plains tribe. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and balancing her hectic life and new roofer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 40 gp. Chrysoberyl (110 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Halfling culture. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. 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. Caeldrim took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. 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: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new laborer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 sp. Coral (120 gp). 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: This light-skinned male wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. He has brown eyes and a yellow hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fivin studied abroad. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the west were limited. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Fivin was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 70 gp. Alexandrite (200 gp).

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. His hair is black and curly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Masseuse arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Addict, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Just what you see.