Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He keeps his black fur in a pixie cut. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Sensitive, Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 190 gp.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull green iron scale mail. He is physically well-built. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His red eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Cimer will drive conversation. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Cimer lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. After a long history of fighting, Cimer and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 25000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He wears his black hair up. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: Mormo wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: 5'9" and muscular, this southern man wears a black shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Aust took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. 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. Aust fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His gold crest is still thick. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Hirrathak has worked very hard to control his curse. During his travels, Hirrathak and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Hirrathak discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Hirrathak fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he is greedy

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Bookbinder

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

Possessions: 1100 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.