Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a simple brown robe with white stripes complete with hood. His hair is black and curly. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 4000 gp. Golden pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Oppleby was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Map Maker. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Map Maker and was forced into it by his family; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has wavy white crest. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson white hat.

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 invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Slave, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 230 pp. Peridot (80 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Halflings. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He is a great chef.

History: Born in the east to a Farmer, Fulbar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Farmer.

Motivation: He's in love; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

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. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Silvo was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 5000 sp.