Description: This western man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his auburn hair down. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Halflings in Fulbar's homeland. Fulbar decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A 6'8" western man, he wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His silver crest is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to clean up the streets

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2000 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (120 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 300 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp).

Description: He likes to wear blue tank tops with tan pants. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Hobart grew up listening to his father's many stories. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.