Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair is cut short. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Everard wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: Everard hails from a village terrorized by giants. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and he is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2200 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (60 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp).

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 700 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light yellow in addition to tight pants. His copper crest is smooth and relatively long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gold eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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 at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Quarethon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He bought a spear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. He keeps his white fur in a flapper bob. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Fortune-teller mother left him crippled. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Magnifying glass.