Description: He is a mite stocky and is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has been helping groups of widows and orphans who have fled abusive spouses or lost their families to giants.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1900 sp. Rose (20 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull green iron scale mail. He is physically well-built. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His red eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Cimer will drive conversation. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Cimer lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Cimer and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 25000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He wears his black hair up. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: Mormo wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

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 gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: 5'9" and muscular, this southern man wears a black shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 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: 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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Aust took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aust fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.