Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a pastel wide-brimmed hat and pastel clothes. His gray fur is greasy and uncared for. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born in the south. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He usually wears his black robe and has his bow always slung over his shoulder. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His skin is flawless and his gold eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Mortician. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His parents enrolled him in a Warlock school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man prefers to wear red pants and tee shirts. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Ombul reached his early adolescence his Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears an entirely tan suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A gifted student he started as a Healer, but he got bored and became a Junk Dealer. He has worked as a Junk Dealer like his father before him.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he's attracted to the pc

Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He carries a battered flail and tarnished sickle as well. His rusty crest is singed and shortened. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. Mreksh enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Mreksh was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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. Mreksh fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.