Description: He wears pastel leather gloves, a pastel jacket, and tight pants. He carries a battered kukri and tarnished bastard sword as well. He has moderate length white hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Darrow took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 5000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears his blue crest up. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Dadalan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Dadalan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and expand his business

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Banded agate (11 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Jade (50 gp). Red garnet (50 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants and is in decent physical shape. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. He has amber eyes.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nuraval does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Nuraval was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A freak accident while working with his Tanner mother left him crippled. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: This man likes to wear grey tank tops with black pants, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Farmer. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Bolg is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His childhood dream was to be a Mayor, but he was a colossal failure. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scythe.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Mayor; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Slave, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a green armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature trident.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.