Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and likes to wear brown tank tops with grey pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is golden and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 85. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He takes great joy in being the best Herbalist in town.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. 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: Wants to open a new tavern; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He wears a violet coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. He has no hair. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Mundane. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, he is not a threatening figure. His red hair is knotted and matted. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Fortune-teller. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 500 gp. 4 Holy water.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker green hat.

Personality: Varis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.