Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and he perpetually has his rapier ready. His tied-back hair is brown. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Trym took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 60 gp. Jade (100 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has done his best to style his green crest to look like a famous performer. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Nadarr reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1200 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2100 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (140 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2100 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp).

Description: This man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. Sark was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has a crush on the local baker

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Valafar hails from a village terrorized by giants. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 900 pp. Hematite (13 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Black star sapphire (800 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Amber (120 gp). Rose (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 gp.