Description: This western man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Namfoodle was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sage. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he has a crush on the local guard

Ideals: Pacifist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: He wears dull black sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed monstrous two handed axe, just in case. His red fur is knotted and matted. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gifted student he started as a Sellsword, but he got bored and became a Scribe. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to be a sellsword again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

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

Description: A plain young-adult man, he tends to wear a large red jacket. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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: Roger hails from a village terrorized by goblins. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bather they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Mortician, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mortician and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 160 gp. Freshwater pearl (15 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears skinny pants and wears a grey and black robe with the hood down. He has no hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Aramil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 250 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (80 gp). 1 Breastplate.