Description: This southern man wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a sickle on his belt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Curran fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 8000 sp. Smoky quartz (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His yellow fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His copper unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Smoking took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Has a crush, Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (170 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Farmer. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He became a Farmer soon after.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Flaws: Depressed, Addict. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears skinny pants and wears a red and grey robe with the hood down. His golden hair is braided into rings. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Zâthra was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His auburn hair is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is a Junk Dealer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He's also a talented Dilettante, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 900 sp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (100 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).