Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a kukri on his belt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 14000 cp. Amethyst (150 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Amber (150 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 wears a fancy tan suit. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his white eyes.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this eastern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His black hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Rimple enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: A 3'6" eastern man, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: Fibblestib is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fibblestib does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Fibblestib took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Military, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1000 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Jeweled gold crown (4000 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1700 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (4000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1700 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and he perpetually has his scythe ready. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Born in the west to a Body Guard, Art learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Hourglass.