Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He keeps his brown fur in a flapper bob. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has chestnut hair. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Marshal. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. A true patriot, Naal would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He got into the Marshal business at a young age. 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. Naal took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and to reunite with his old friends

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military, Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: 5'3" and muscular, this northern man wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2700 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'3". He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shield. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp. Tourmaline (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Average lock. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'2". He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and his gloved hand is found clutching a axe. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Dilettante but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His first spouse was a Junk Dealer, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. 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. Ralf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 10 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.