Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His rusty crest is matted, messy, and big. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: Patrin was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 3000 sp. Chalcedony (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. His lavender fur is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a Mercenary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has worked as a Mercenary like his mother before him.

Motivation: To be a Stableman again; and balancing his hectic life and new mercenary responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. A friendly and beautiful Half-Orc, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A freak accident while working with his Bather mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Guardian, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 10000 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a grey vest and prefers yellow and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He keeps his long black crest kept up in a rat tail. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his broad grey hat.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Roofer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Roofer. He has worked as a Roofer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Half-Plate.