Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is short and red. His white eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in a small plains village. Rimmon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 900 pp. Emerald (1300 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Rose (20 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner, and carries lances. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a blue and grey robe with the hood down, and carries maces. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. 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 unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Through the years after Roland was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Roland's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has no crest. He has red eyes and a green hat with a white feather.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Heskan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his lance with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and he perpetually has his lance ready. He wears his white hair up. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. 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: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Thervan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 3200 sp.