Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is long and white with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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 left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Logical, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: 6'7" and muscular, this southern man is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, violet shirt, and brown tie. His blue hair is singed and shortened. His red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Roofer, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his hazel 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. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He got into the Roofer business at a young age. 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Roofer.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Job, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His blue crest is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant red.

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 loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Berrian was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Berrian was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 500 gp.