Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Burgell took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He bought a quarterstaff and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is short and blonde. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Brottor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Foxilon 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. 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: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 200 gp. Chrysoprase (80 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with red lining and desert motifs. His hair is long and white with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small red clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are brown.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (7 gp). Zircon (80 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His half smiles and silver eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Cairn was born the youngest of three triplets. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Cairn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Miner and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, In love. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 gp. Bloodstone (50 gp). 3 Holy water.