Description: He typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

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 graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. After a long history of fighting, Arumawann and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his ceremonial dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 2100 sp.

Description: He stands about 4'2" and wears silk and lounges about seductively. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. 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 is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is a great chef.

History: Taklinn was born with his mother's beautiful face. His parents enrolled him in a Barbarian school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a worn and beaten armor. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has gray eyes.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Barber business.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. His childhood dream was to be a Body Guard, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined, Persistence. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 500 gp. Jade (90 gp). Rose (80 gp). Jet (90 gp). Amethyst (90 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a white tunic with green highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair is cut close to his head. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Einkil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 5000 cp. Blue sapphire (400 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). 4 Acid flasks.