Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his tan robe. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Veit hails from a village terrorized by drow. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Efferil is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. A true patriot, Efferil would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Efferil was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Bonds: Military, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A 2'10" western man, he wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Ozyman has worked very hard to control his curse. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Geoffrey is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. Krakhorn 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 used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Flaws: Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 300 gp.