Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a tan shirt with thin yellow vertical stripes and black pants. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His silver hair is knotted and matted. He has blue eyes and a tan hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Jocelyn 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Jocelyn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 500 gp. Black pearl (1000 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Iolite (20 gp).

Description: A 6'6" southern man, he wears bulky grey painted plate armor. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length black hair. He has blue eyes and a grey hat with a red feather.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Rolf was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Ostracized due to the martial 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Logical, Persistence, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp. Chrysoberyl (140 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears just a grey suit. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Tailor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Percival's homeland. Percival decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Hourglass. 1 Silk rope.

Description: A middle-aged man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a black and green handkerchief worn on his right side, and is pretty ugly. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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 Navigator. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Manfred took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.