Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is dressed in an above average manner. His tied-back hair is red. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. 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. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 79. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Travok took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: She is a pot bellied northern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears a green coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon her head. Her crest, while still mostly blue, has prominent grey streaks. Her gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Burana hails from a village terrorized by illithids. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Burana took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor she uses now. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Revenge; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and she desires to right it

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear flannel. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length brown fur. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Quick was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He became a Mercenary soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 sp. Silver pearl (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright blue and grey, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mortician business.

History: He is a Jackalwere in disguise. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. She is portly but not overly obese. Her hair is auburn and curly. Her eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gifted student she started as a Seamstress, but she got bored and became a Stableman. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: This woman wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available she will default to her longbow, and sports empty pouches on her belt. She has wavy chestnut hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her mother. Cumpen was born on a far western forest where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Weaver. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: 4'0" and muscular, this northern man is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. He has moderate length white hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gifted student he started as a Marshal, but he got bored and became a Cook. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to be a marshal again

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a black coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thokk will drive conversation. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Blacksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 120 gp.