Description: He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'11" when asserting himself. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born to a Assassin, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When Namfoodle reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother 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. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. 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 does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Farmer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the south were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 900 gp. Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Black pearl (800 gp).

Description: He wears a blue vest and prefers red and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has moderate length bronze crest. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Zedaar is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Forgetful, Mundane. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moss agate (9 gp). Star ruby (1600 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears professional attire, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. He has moderate length black hair. 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 considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Veit was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 gp. Peridot (80 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Moss agate (5 gp).