Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, illithids burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying north to reunite his family. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is long and white with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Lamlis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Family, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Silk rope. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Simple lock.

Description: Standing 5'5", this man wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available he will default to his sai. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Aelar was born with his mother's beautiful face. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 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 he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He is portly but not overly obese. His black crest has been sun bleached extensively. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Greethen lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Greethen was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Cook. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He's in love; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Family, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Cook

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 13000 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He wears a green collared shirt and white pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a trident. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born in the north. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Thervan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.