Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing a long, brown cloak. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). Rose (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest is cut close to his head. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a blue vest and prefers brown and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Brottor speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Barkeep but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Brottor was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he wants revenge against orcs

Ideals: Impeccable, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and carries ceremonial daggers. His red hair is long and unkept. 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's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 60 gp. Chrysoprase (50 gp).