Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tattered old clothes. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He usually wears his black robe and has his longbow always slung over his shoulder. He wears a colorful flower in his bronze crest. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Greethen was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Greethen has worked very hard to control his curse. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is black and curly. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in a small desert village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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. Carrie fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Carrie was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Brewer. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a fancy yellow suit. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. The war was a terrible time for him, and Qemuel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a Engraver, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Through the years after Qemuel was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Qemuel's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Qemuel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 gp.