Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. 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. Whurbin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a black coat with grey slacks. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has blue eyes.

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 uses divination through singing.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he has a crush on the local junk dealer

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Cynical, Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'10" when asserting himself. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Adelard 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. 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: To reunite with his old friends; and human compassion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His white hair is still thick. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Ar-Pratu wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Druid, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Ar-Pratu was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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 is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a blue collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Kody will drive conversation. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a Scribe soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 7000 cp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.