Description: 5'6" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 4000 sp. Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Onyx (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Roondar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, 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 Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Roondar 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. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: To be a Healer again.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. His black hair is knotted and matted. His black eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in the south to a Weaver, Melech learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He became a Weaver soon after.

Motivation: He is content; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Hedonist, Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This western man wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.