Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a spear on his belt. His gold crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Direcris was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. 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. Direcris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tattered old clothes. His silver crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. 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 does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Kipper was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Apothecary for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears his silver hair down. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. 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 was born in the north. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has worked as a Beggar like his mother before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: In love, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Fire opal (900 gp). 1 Full Plate. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His crest is red and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He worked as a nervous Fortune-teller and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fortune-teller for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Carnelian (60 gp).