Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He very much looks the part of a Shoemaker. His hair is cut close to his head. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Fenriz is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. A true patriot, Fenriz would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Fenriz hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and yellow, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His white fur is braided into rings. His yellow eyes peer out from beneath his top black hat.

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 invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical, Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 280 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (100 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (100 gp).

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'9" when asserting himself. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 13000 sp. Black pearl (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears skinny pants and wears a green and blue robe with the hood down. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Quarion is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.