Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and grey, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

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 is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He bought a sai and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Family, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. He carries with him a set of shortspears on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His hair is short and golden. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. 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 was born into a rich family. Namfoodle 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Banker; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: An older man who wears a tan tunic with violet highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Melech was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Melech decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature halberd.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Disease, Selfish. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 500 gp. Malachite (10 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a red coat with white slacks, and is pretty ugly. He has no hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Himo was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Spice Merchant.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new spice merchant responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Acid flasks. 2 Tanglefoot bags. 3 Thunderstones.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Joser hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Joser was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against brigands

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 160 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp).