Description: He wears a simple brown robe with blue stripes complete with hood. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Gennal's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: The child of a Seamstress, who enjoyed hunting, Gennal was taken on many hunting expeditions. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of goblins 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: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a black vest and prefers brown and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries a battered axe and tarnished rapier as well. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, PTSD. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears just a white suit, and he perpetually has his sickle ready. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Server

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 sp.