Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: Riardon speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Riardon has worked very hard to control his curse. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: This malnourished man is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, black shirt, and brown tie. His white hair is still thick. He has violet eyes and a green hat with a black feather.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thoradin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 8000 sp. Red-brown spinel (60 gp).

Description: This malnourished man likes to wear yellow tank tops with red pants. He keeps his long green crest kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tarhun does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Tarhun lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Tarhun 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Malachite (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He wears his rusty crest up. This gold eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mayor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. Gargax took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 9000 sp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He likes to wear yellow tank tops with blue pants. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Qemuel lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He became a Hunter soon after.

Motivation: He is content; and balancing his hectic life and new hunter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Passionate, Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.