Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His orange fur is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 4000 cp. Rhodochrosite (8 gp).

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and carries ceremonial daggers. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormog fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Moonstone (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has red hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 70 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has shaved his head bald. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born in the west. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has worked as a Mortician like his father before him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His purple hair is long and unkept. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Hedonist. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 22000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.