Description: This younger middle-aged man prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor, and a wedding ring on his left hand. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Cynical. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is blue and very short. His silver eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a white vest and prefers blue and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His yellow fur is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his youth he was a Brewer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, PTSD. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Efferil was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Efferil's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a mortician again

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.