Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His black hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tordek fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'2" and wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. 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 now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak. His brown fur is thinning but still full. His eyes are a pleasant copper.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. 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. Silent took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Hunter and was forced into it by his family; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Nature, In love, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 3'11" and is dressed in earthy colors with a black and yellow handkerchief worn on his left side. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is silver and very short. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

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, Taklinn has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and yellow handkerchief worn on his left side. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has wavy chestnut hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and money/treasure

Ideals: Logical, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.