Description: He likes to wear brown tank tops with black pants. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished falchion as well. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Gifted from a young age, Hubert studied abroad. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Server

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man tends to wear a large violet jacket. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born in the south. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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's repulsed by the PC; and he wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 10 pp. Silver pearl (140 gp).

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 is wearing a long, white cloak. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson white hat.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His eyes are a pleasant white.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Morthos was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he has a crush on the local bowyer

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: In love, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Sindri was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Junk Dealer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 600 gp.