Description: This man stands a little under 5'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He likes to wear tan tank tops with blue pants. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Glassblower arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he prefers to wear flannel. He wears his golden hair up. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has a very tight haircut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical, Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has moderate length auburn hair. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 85. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying west to reunite his family. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 900 gp.