Description: This tall, slender man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His dark red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His ears are large.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Sardonyx (30 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He is physically well-built. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Gildmak is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gildmak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes orcs are coming to abduct people. He uses divination through singing.

History: Dimble was born with his mother's beautiful face. After coming to the age of reason, Dimble took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy cinnamon fur. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has a hunchback. He has no fur. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Sun took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Scribe.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Scribe responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 200 gp.