Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he prefers to wear flannel. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. This gold eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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 end his boredom; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 48000 sp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (700 gp).

Description: He wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He carries with him a set of tridents on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Riardon reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 3'1". He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the north were limited. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Moonstone (50 gp). Clear bright green emerald (6000 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. At a young age his father died while driving off some dire rats. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in pickaxe use. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Burto fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp.