Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a blue suit, green shirt, and violet tie, marred by teas. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a large violet jacket. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. The war was a terrible time for him, and Rendar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He worked as a nervous Fletcher and found it very stressful. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is white and curly. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Hedonist. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is typically in his Butcher uniform. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gifted student he started as a Mortician, but he got bored and became a Butcher. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Ombul was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 160 gp.