Description: An older man who wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, he is not a threatening figure. His purple hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his silver eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Thunderstones. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a white armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His hair is short and black. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Vlorn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Paladin, 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 Paladin in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Vlorn was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears long strands of topaz and short red dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is long and unkept. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. A true patriot, Anselm would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anselm fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 30 gp.