Description: He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with tan slacks. He carries with him a set of greataxes on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has shaved his head bald. This green eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He tends to his Sage job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears an entirely red suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and is pretty ugly. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Barkeep profession.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He worked as a nervous Ploughman and found it very stressful. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 100 pp. Moss agate (6 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp).