Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur, Gifted, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp. White pearl (80 gp). Amber (80 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears an entirely tan suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His white hair is knotted and matted. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 3200 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: A 5'9" northern man, he is typically in his Bricklayer uniform. He has done his best to style his gray fur to look like a famous performer. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Skirt hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Skirt reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 400 gp. Hematite (12 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull red sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed rapier, just in case, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He plays an instrument quite well.

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 old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Nil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Detective; and he's in love

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: He wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His golden hair is long and unkept. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Oskar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Cynical. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 320 gp.