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 typically wears pastel cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is content.

Flaws: Cynical, Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and carries sais. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has no hair. His eyes are a pleasant white.

Personality: Purson wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Purson was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He very much looks the part of a Mayor. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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. Aust fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 210 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Immeral reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 300 gp.