Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has no fur. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

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 disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the north to a Shipwright, Right-Handed learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Shipwright for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a stylist again

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Small steel mirror.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. His gold crest is unkempt and raggedy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Tarhun enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Gifted from a young age, Tarhun studied abroad. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Zircon (20 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Bucklal was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Barbarian, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Barbarian in service of a powerful lord somewhere. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Malachite (7 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. He has a hunchback. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 gp.