Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a brown shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. Warryn liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears an entirely green suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears his black hair up. His eyes are green and catlike.

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 dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Artistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 15000 sp. Eye agate (4 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'10" and wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 90 pp. Tourmaline (120 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a pastel vest and prefers brown and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He keeps his silver crest in a pixie cut. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Patrin reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1500 gp. Peridot (70 gp). Red spinel (140 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). Deep green spinel (140 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp).