Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise black. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Locksmith but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. After a long history of fighting, Thamuz and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, white shirt, and green tie. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Performer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Bathin lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Pacifist. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and is pretty ugly. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. A freak accident while working with his Performer father left him crippled. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a violet costume with the symbols of magic on her torso. Her silver hair is well kept. Her eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She is content; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, white shirt, and black tie, and carries lances. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Crampernap was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. 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 to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Cynical. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.