Description: This late middle aged man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is baby faced.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Thradal was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1900 sp. 3 Acid flasks.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is an amazing painter.

History: Gifted from a young age, Baern studied abroad. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. 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. Baern fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: In love, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Disciplined. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Zircon (20 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Red garnet (80 gp). Black star sapphire (1300 gp). Chrysoberyl (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.