Description: He very much looks the part of a Cook. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. 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 he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears grey trousers with brown and yellow striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Koeth alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he tends to wear a large blue jacket. He sports a flattop hair cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. 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: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Mentor, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a green vest and prefers pastel and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. 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: Uthemar was born the youngest of three triplets. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: In love, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 50 pp. Black pearl (1500 gp). Zircon (40 gp).

Description: This man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His black eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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 is an amazing painter.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When Thamuz reached his early adolescence his Tiefling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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. Thamuz fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 gp.