Description: This man is tall and muscular. He prefers to wear flannel. His red hair is still thick. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his small green hat.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born into a rich family. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: He wears a white shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His ears are large.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Paggen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 900 pp. Violet garnet (800 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'3" and wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born into a rich family. Dorn was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mason. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, and carries shortbows. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. During his travels, Hadarai and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Hadarai discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Hadarai fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 280 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (50 gp).