Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is dressed in earthy colors with a black and white handkerchief worn on his right side. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Az-Bror was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. After a long history of fighting, Az-Bror and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Flaws: Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 gp. Silver pearl (100 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has wavy black hair. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Greedy. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is lean but muscular and prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bookbinder. He tends to his Bookbinder job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 600 gp. Sard (70 gp). Star ruby (1200 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 6'7" western man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. He wears his white hair down. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Ar-Karo was born with his mother's beautiful face. Ar-Karo abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (500 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (70 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (70 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Adventurer. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Kyle 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. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Adventurer. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to be a farmer again

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Forgetful, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 110 gp.