Description: A 6'6" southern man, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Miner but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. 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. Gûndza took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Joker, Pacifist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of kukris on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. He has no hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Through the years after Morkral was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Morkral's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 3000 sp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1500 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Priest arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and carries kukris. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 72. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. He has wavy red crest. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: Bharash wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Paladin, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dragonborns in Bharash's homeland. Bharash decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 600 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp).