Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a fancy black suit. He has moderate length golden hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Glassblower arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thorpe fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1100 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1000 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 long brown fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Trail was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Carpenter.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 140 gp. Red-brown spinel (140 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy golden stubble. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Ruler. He has a hunchback. His hair is golden and very short. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: 5'9" and muscular, this western man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Valafar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.