Description: He is a mite stocky and wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. His head has been shaved. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 79. 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 is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in the east. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Darrak 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 a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears skinny pants and wears a brown and green robe with the hood down. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He usually wears his black robe and has his quarterstaff always slung over his shoulder. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Rael was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Sage. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he is content

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 50 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp).

Description: He wears bulky brown painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 50 pp. Obsidian (13 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp).