Description: He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'8" when asserting himself. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thamior studied abroad. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has orange fur. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears an entirely red suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Balimaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he wants revenge against gnolls

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Nature, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears a tan collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His green crest is unkempt and raggedy. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1600 sp.