Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 20 gp. Amber (140 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Ozyman took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Mundane, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Citrine (60 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull tan iron scale mail. He has moderate length blonde hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Stylist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stylist.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Religious, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 250 gp. Blue quartz (9 gp). Obsidian (9 gp).

Description: An older man who wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, he is not a threatening figure. His rusty crest is matted, messy, and big. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. A true patriot, Norkruuth would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Norkruuth was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is greedy

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. He carries with him a set of kukris on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is mildly Gnome supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Senteq was born the youngest of three triplets. He worked as a nervous Locksmith and found it very stressful. He has achieved small success as a Locksmith.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Locksmith responsibilities is difficult; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 600 gp. Peridot (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Amber (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.