Description: This man tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His crest is copper and curly. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Through the years after Rhogar was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Rhogar's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His auburn hair is still thick. 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 hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Blacksmith arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Elven people; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Standing 5'5", this man is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. This red eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His childhood dream was to be a Stableman, but he was a colossal failure. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fortune-teller for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp).

Description: 6'6" and muscular, this western man wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. He has a very tight haircut. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. During his travels, Balimaar and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Balimaar discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Balimaar fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants, marred by sweets. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He bought a sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Selfish. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.