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 wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. 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. Trey was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Healer. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trey 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: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 250 pp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a large red jacket. His red hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Body Guard. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Bertram grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bertram fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Family, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His blue hair is still thick. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines white.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural tiefling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a green armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length silver crest. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Silver pearl (80 gp). Rose (20 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His golden hair is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though he does not identify as such. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ghash is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Navigator arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Navigator for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 2000 sp.