Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. He has a very tight haircut. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Mindartis alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Architect

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 230 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts. His dark red hair is lengthy. His black eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Apothecary.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to be a shepherd again

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Nature, Job, Religious. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'1" when asserting himself. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He dropped out of school to support his sick mother, and resented it. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 140 pp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His blonde hair is still thick. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Namfoodle was born the youngest of three triplets. His first spouse was a Slave Trader, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Family, In love. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 160 gp.