Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anverth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 26000 sp. Moonstone (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Amber (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His auburn hair is braided into rings. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to protect his home

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Average lock.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is physically well-built. His red fur is braided into rings. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Leaf was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Mentor, Attractive. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a brown collared shirt and red pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Clerebold was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 gp.