Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. 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: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vlorn 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 wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Secretive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is typically in her Butcher uniform. Her blonde hair is knotted and matted. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: She was born in a small island village. She worked as a nervous Butcher and found it very stressful. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Butcher for the past few years.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she feels threatened by others

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Smoky quartz (50 gp). 1 Magnifying glass.

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 is renowned for his bright pastel suits and hats. His orange fur is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are yellow.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. 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: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Lazy, Greedy. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the right. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed tan hat.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Berrian alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Berrian was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1800 sp. Lapis lazuli (14 gp).