Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His green eyes peer out from beneath his top pastel hat.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Az-Adar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 600 gp. Pink pearl (70 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Alex's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Alex was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sage. His tied-back hair is black. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when he was still a young child. The dire rats captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Igden took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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. Nutae fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.