Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has brown hair. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He takes great joy in being the best Stylist in town.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: This man wears a brown collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Assassin arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Hobart abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears bulky black painted plate armor. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Job, In love. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. He carries with him a set of flails on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small blue hat.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Howard isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. He is obsessed with his god.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 2'10" and wears a worn and beaten armor. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born into a rich family. 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 is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.