Description: He stands about 6'7" and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has moderate length auburn hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Ront speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1100 gp. Iolite (80 gp).

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 silk and lounges about seductively. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. 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 business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Rimple was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'8" when asserting himself. He wears his white hair down. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his broad green hat.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. In his 19th 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He has moderate length white hair. His eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a grey shirt with thin pastel vertical stripes and brown pants, and is pretty ugly. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Morkral isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He is an amazing painter.

History: Gifted from a young age, Morkral studied abroad. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. 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 feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.