Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He is typically in his Mortician uniform. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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: He comes from a rich southern family. Adran was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mortician. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, In love, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1100 pp. Jasper (50 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Red garnet (100 gp). Fire opal (500 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Sard (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Pink pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a violet vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his violet boots flare out at the collars. He has moderate length auburn hair. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it, and he perpetually has his flail ready. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Mozfel was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mozfel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Tourmaline (70 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Hematite (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scythe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His gold crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Direcris wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has worked as a Blacksmith like his mother before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his morningstar. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his dark red hair in a flapper bob. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Merihim was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1500 sp.