Description: He wears a black collared shirt and white pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Courier. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He got into the Courier business at a young age. 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Tanner they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Courier, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Courier

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'8". He usually wears his black robe and has his halberd always slung over his shoulder. His crest is scarlet and very short. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dadalan grew up listening to his father's many stories. A freak accident while working with his Laborer father left him crippled. During his travels, Dadalan and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dadalan discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dadalan fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 180 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Taklinn is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Taklinn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, 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 Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Taklinn 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rose (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.