Description: This northern man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His clothes are grease stained in places. His purple hair is long and unkept. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Bathin was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sculptor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 13000 gp. Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Jet (130 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). White opal (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sai with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Berrian was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: This man very much looks the part of a Performer, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

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 underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Broce took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Performer for hire.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and expand his business

Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Good lock.

Description: Standing 4'10", this man wears a pastel collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is red and curly. His eyes are brown and catlike.

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. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He worked as a nervous Apothecary and found it very stressful. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Apothecary and was forced into it by his family.

Bonds: Nature, Family, Military, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Aquamarine (1500 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp).

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and he perpetually has his whip ready. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.