Description: This man prefers to wear red pants and tee shirts. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. He keeps his cinnamon fur in a pixie cut. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the north. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a sword on his belt. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His black eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Mormo has worked very hard to control his curse. 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. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical, Impulsive, Disease. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Malachite (12 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His blue crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Ûkrom took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 gp. Citrine (20 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length black hair. His eyes are gray.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take 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. Traki fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.