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 very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He has a very tight haircut. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. Norman was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Priest. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Mundane, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).

Description: He wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Percival alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 17000 sp. Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Amber (120 gp). Sard (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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: Frederick was born the youngest of three triplets. Frederick liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Marshal they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Bricklayer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Family, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His hair is black and curly. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has worked as a Servant like his father before him.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp.