Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fortune-teller born in the past three hundred years. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has worked as a Fortune-teller like his mother before him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 3'2" and wears a black feathered hat and black clothes. His head has been shaved. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Foxilon took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 170 pp. Carnelian (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Hematite (7 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: Chem is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tan trousers with brown and violet striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. He has amber eyes.

Personality: Whurbin wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Ranger, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Whurbin grew up listening to his mother's many stories. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Whurbin 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.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.