Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Corkitron isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Gifted from a young age, Corkitron studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Corkitron took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe. He keeps his blue crest in a pixie cut. He has gold eyes and a green hat with a grey feather.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Heskan's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Her moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She is obsessed with her god.

History: Melissa was born with her father's beautiful face. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 350 pp. Old masterpiece painting (1700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a tan costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His ears are large.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: Standing 6'2", this man prefers to wear flannel. He wears a colorful flower in his black crest. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Norkruuth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 2000 sp.