Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears a white costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso, marred by teas. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 6. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the west to a Body Guard, Hunter learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 Body Guard. He tends to his Body Guard job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: This man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: Erevan hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a Glassblower, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He's in love.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a quarterstaff on his belt. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Wrenn has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Wrenn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'7". He wears a red costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady white eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Skamos took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1000 gp.