Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Bowyer profession.

History: He got into the Farmer business at a young age. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and balancing his hectic life and new farmer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Guardian, Job, Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears red painted combat armor at almost all times. His white crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Vrondiss was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Stylist. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. Obsidian (4 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His purple hair is heavily combed to the right. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

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

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His brown hair is still thick. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He takes great joy in being the best Mortician in town.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently the stress of being a Mortician has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 cp. Golden pearl (160 gp). 1 Chain shirt.