Description: This slender man stands about 3'0". He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His silver hair is cut short. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Hobart was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He married young, but lost his spouse to drow. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To protect his home; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He dresses like a well dressed Scribe does. His white hair is heavily combed to the left. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his small brown hat.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His childhood dream was to be a Cook, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears just a green suit. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

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. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Ralf was born the youngest of three triplets. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and money/treasure

Flaws: Racist, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has wavy green crest. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Kerkad 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 60 pp.