Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Knight arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Thunderstones. 3 Holy water.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of flails on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kilvar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing a long, yellow cloak. He sports a flattop hair cut. His silver eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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: To clean up the streets.

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Guardian, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Chain shirt.