Description: This northern man has a large pastel mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mortician born in the past three hundred years. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Balimaar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He struck the Mortician job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 300 gp. Jasper (60 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bastard sword, just in case. His brown hair is lengthy. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Anselm took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1200 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'4". He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. This green eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

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 does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He now mingles about in high society.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 100 gp. Brown-green garnet (150 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a white scarf. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Drogo was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Druid, 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 Druid in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 500 sp. 4 Alchemist’s fire.