Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (40 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears dull tan sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed monstrous two handed axe, just in case. He has a very tight haircut. 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 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. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Clerebold was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, 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 Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His childhood dream was to be a Miller, but he was a colossal failure. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. At some point he was captured by gnolls and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars, and is pretty ugly. His golden hair is thinning but still full. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Anselm will drive conversation. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. Anselm took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 500 gp. Eye agate (13 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). Deep green spinel (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.