Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His brown hair is long and unkept. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Pelaios was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and to protect his home

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 31000 sp. Rose (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp).

Description: He wears an entirely tan suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and he perpetually has his scythe ready. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. While he appears to be a normal Half-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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gennal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Guardian, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Iolite (50 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Shipwright.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new shipwright responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 100 gp. Zircon (60 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it, and is pretty ugly. His hair is white and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: This man loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Gifted from a young age, Mantus studied abroad. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 500 gp. Azurite (9 gp). Tourmaline (140 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Banded agate (9 gp).