Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, tan cloak. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has hazel eyes and a tan hat with a green feather.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 25000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He dresses like a well dressed Carpenter does. He has moderate length blonde hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Anselm was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has worked as a Carpenter like his mother before him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Family, Slave. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Golden pearl (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Zircon (60 gp).

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born to a Tanner, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Layabout. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Layabout.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a grey feathered hat and grey clothes. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Marshal for hire.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 79. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Miles fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 2500 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (100 gp).