Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He keeps his red crest in a flapper bob. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Gorbundus has worked very hard to control his curse. 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. Gorbundus fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His crest is short and brass. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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, Mreksh is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears dull black sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed monstrous two handed axe, just in case. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears an eyepatch.

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 works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. His hair is purple and curly. 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 resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A 2'11" western man, he is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

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 is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Vlorn was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Locksmith. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 150 gp.