Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he has a crush on the local spy

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 40000 cp. Amber (70 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). Jet (70 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He carries with him a set of halberds on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His hair is long and golden with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small red clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. 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 is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Rolf lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 4000 cp. Chrysoprase (70 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Hunter. He carries with him a set of tridents on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Hunter. 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. Roland fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor and is in decent physical shape. His beige fur is unkempt and raggedy. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Right-Handed took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greatsword, but if one is not available he will default to his axe. His red hair is singed and shortened. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Selfish, Racist. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 gp. 7 Acid flasks.