Description: This man is very fat, and is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, grey shirt, and brown tie. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length green crest. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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 born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Dyer father left him crippled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy, Disease. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Thunderstones. 5 Acid flasks. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the right. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 6000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and a wedding ring on his left hand. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are white.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. A true patriot, Purson would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Purson was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Purson never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Military, Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and he perpetually has his nunchaku ready. His hair is long and golden with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pirithin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 900 gp.