Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and is dressed in earthy colors with a yellow and black handkerchief worn on his left side. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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 comes from a rich eastern family. 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. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears long strands of emerald and short red dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Halflings.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Fargas took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Halfling compassion.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1000 sp. Red-brown spinel (100 gp). Citrine (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of lances, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has brown hair. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Enialis was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 20 gp. Jasper (30 gp). 1 Backpack.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Barber does. He carries with him a set of shortspears, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Gomory was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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. He has worked as a Barber like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 5000 cp.