Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Caeldrim 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 he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: The child of a Healer, who enjoyed hunting, Oloric was taken on many hunting expeditions. Oloric liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Terse, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 250 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: This late middle aged man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman and is in decent physical shape. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are hazel.

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 spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Bûbol liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 600 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat, and carries swords. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Black pearl (900 gp). Jade (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item.