Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A freak accident while working with his Brewer father left him crippled. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish, Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He stands about 3'11" and likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has silver hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is a great chef.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a glaive, but if one is not available he will default to his shortspear. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against goblins

Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Fivin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. 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. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp.