Description: This man is very fat, and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His lavender fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His copper eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Pacifist, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He stands about 4'1" and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born in the west. Kilvar was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Animal Trainer. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Animal Trainer and was forced into it by his family; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 330 gp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly maces and rapiers. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gifted student he started as a Shipwright, but he got bored and became a Dyer. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and regain custody of his son

Flaws: Shy, Lazy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 40000 cp. Silver pearl (160 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Veit is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Veit 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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Veit took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: 6'4" and muscular, this northern man wears a worn and beaten armor. His crest is red and curly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 90 gp.