Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has moderate length dark red hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Mason. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mason. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 6'1" and dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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 takes great joy in being the best Stylist in town.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Addict, Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Bloodstone (60 gp).

Description: This man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and revenge

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 60 gp.