Description: An older man who wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it, he is not a threatening figure. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His parents enrolled him in a Warlock school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice, Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He is wearing a long, blue cloak. He carries with him a set of clubs, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His fur is beige and curly. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. He has a very tight haircut. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Halfling culture. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fletcher. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fletcher for the past few years.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and halfling compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp. Obsidian (5 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears dull green sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hammer, just in case. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Guardian, Nature, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.