Description: This slender man stands about 6'4". He prefers to wear flannel. His hair is cut close to his head. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Vassago liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Emerald (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His silver hair is knotted and matted. 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 considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 160 gp. Sard (80 gp). 1 Everburning torch.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a black shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears bulky grey painted plate armor. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the west to a Fortune-teller, Ar-Karo learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Disciplined, Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Cressel hails from a village terrorized by orcs. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Terse. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 cp. Chalcedony (20 gp). 1 Chain shirt.