Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and he perpetually has his lance ready. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the west. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: This malnourished man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull brown iron scale mail. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Umpen was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 600 gp. Tourmaline (60 gp). Azurite (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 3'2" southern man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is chestnut and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Through the years after Bucklal was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Bucklal's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 cp. Blue quartz (8 gp).