Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Halflings. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He usually wears his grey robe and has his halberd always slung over his shoulder. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 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: Thorpe was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Emotional, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 5000 cp. Deep green spinel (80 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. He has red hair. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He uses divination through singing.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. He married young, but lost his spouse to gnolls. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A middle-aged man, he likes to wear yellow tank tops with brown pants, and is pretty ugly. His tied-back hair is red. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born in a small plains village. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has a large yellow mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe. His white fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady yellow eyes.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

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. When Skirt reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Skirt fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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: Nature, Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 3000 sp. Fire opal (1500 gp). Brown-green garnet (100 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp).