Description: This northern man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Gardener born in the past three hundred years. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 400 gp. White opal (1600 gp).

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His ears are large.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Fallond liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fallond fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Sardonyx (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp).

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Guardian. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, brown shirt, and green tie. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 60000 cp.