Description: He stands about 5'10" and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 80 gp. Hematite (13 gp).

Description: He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time, and carries whips. He wears his purple hair up. He has gold eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Terse, Disease, PTSD. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a simple violet robe with brown stripes complete with hood, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a flattop fur cut. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. 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: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Shifting 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 has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has no hair. His eyes are likewise black.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Qemuel took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bricklayer for the past few years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 100 gp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (80 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp).

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Stableman. He has silver hair. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: 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; and he is greedy

Flaws: Shy, Selfish, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1100 sp.