Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He refers to his adoptive mother 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 the only child of a wealthy merchant. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This younger middle-aged woman wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down, and a wedding ring on her right hand. Her auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has brown eyes.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered writing. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: In love, Religious. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 10 pp. Hematite (12 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 90 pp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. She is physically well-built. Her chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her skin is flawless and her violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Shava is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 80 gp. Sard (20 gp).

Description: He wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. His brown hair is knotted and matted. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Bilbron hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Bilbron grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Bilbron was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Apothecary. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 gp. Sard (50 gp).

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a green shirt, with a violet mid length shorts with violet tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His blue crest is unkempt and raggedy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Gorbundus was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, 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 Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 700 sp. Sardonyx (50 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). 2 Thunderstones.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears bulky green painted plate armor. He keeps his long purple hair kept up in a rat tail. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural tiefling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: He wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has moderate length brown hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Balimaar will drive conversation. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Balimaar reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf 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 saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her white robe. Her golden hair is knotted and matted. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Eva took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor she uses now. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and expand her business

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 5000 cp.