Description: 6'4" and muscular, this southern man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull grey iron scale mail. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He takes great joy in being the best Sellsword in town.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Sellsword. He has achieved small success as a Sellsword.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Secretive, Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Roofer. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has wavy black hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He also hits on men, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Oblar grew up listening to his father's many stories. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his ceremonial dagger ready. He has moderate length chestnut hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, and carries swords. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Qualen is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a great chef.

History: He was born into a rich family. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Gnomes in Qualen's homeland. Qualen decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 sp. Rock crystal (40 gp).