Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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, Tarhun is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Tarhun took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He's in love; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. He wears his blue hair up. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 works hard and plays hard.

History: Melech was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears bulky brown painted plate armor, and he perpetually has his flail ready. He has done his best to style his orange fur to look like a famous performer. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is violet, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born into a rich family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (90 gp).

Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. Her golden hair is thinning but still full. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Drenna is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Priest arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.