Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a brown wide-brimmed hat and brown clothes. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Immeral is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born into a rich family. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by lycanthropy.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He wears a tan tunic with violet highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greataxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He sports a flattop hair cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady silver eyes.

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 a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Tethren was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Tethren abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 37000 sp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His crest is brass and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Bidreked reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bidreked fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His black crest, when down, is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Rivaan was born with his father's beautiful face. A gifted student he started as a Dyer, but he got bored and became a Stylist. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.