Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Pûg is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Pûg was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His ears are large.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

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 recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 5000 sp. Blue star sapphire (1600 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he usually wears his brown robe and has his trident always slung over his shoulder. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Being a Sage kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Freshwater pearl (14 gp).

Description: He stands about 3'11" and wears suspenders and white workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His head has been shaved. This brown eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 290 pp. Citrine (80 gp). White opal (500 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and carries lances. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his top white hat.

Personality: He hates Halflings with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Ortegar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Ortegar 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. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 400 gp. Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Sard (20 gp).