Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: This man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

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. Gilthur liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He usually wears his black robe and has his sword always slung over his shoulder, and he perpetually has his sword ready. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive, Ugly. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: German accent

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

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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. When Gilthur reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Military, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1900 sp.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries with him a set of bows, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 81. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Srorthen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1400 gp.