Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Scribe. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Fivin was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Fivin was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He became a Scribe soon after.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Pacifist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Military, Debt. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and is pretty ugly. He wears his green crest up. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. 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: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is white and very short. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Nicor hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tiefling conditions. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He usually wears his black robe and has his ceremonial dagger always slung over his shoulder. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his ceremonial dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His blue hair is singed and shortened. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mercenary but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his youth he was a Blacksmith, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, PTSD. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 3'4" and wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sickle, but if one is not available he will default to his longbow. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Stannor was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is silver and very short. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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. Bertram fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Malachite (6 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears green trousers with tan and red striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His rusty crest is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 700 gp. Pink pearl (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.