Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. He has brown eyes and a tan hat with a white feather.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Half-Elven culture. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Professionalism, Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 2900 sp. Alexandrite (600 gp). Black pearl (600 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Darrak was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Darrak took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Insane, Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He wears a violet shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Everard was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Ranger, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Everard 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears his white hair down. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mortician born in the past three hundred years. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears bulky green painted plate armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His blue crest has been sun bleached extensively. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. After a long history of fighting, Pandjed and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 sp.