Description: He is a mite stocky and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is cut close to his head. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his youth he was a Performer, 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 sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dreali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 900 sp. Emerald (400 gp). Obsidian (9 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He usually wears his brown robe and has his morningstar always slung over his shoulder. His black hair is still thick. His ears are large.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has a crush on the local server

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 5000 cp. 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are blue.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the south were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his brown hair down. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sculptor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Namfoodle abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Malachite (15 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.