Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'11" when asserting himself. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Richard was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 11000 cp. Obsidian (12 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Roland took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe. He has wavy golden hair. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. The war was a terrible time for him, and Gerald does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: He stands about 6'4" and is dressed in an above average manner. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Anselm was born with his father's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and doesn't want to be a mortician and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Obsidian (12 gp). White pearl (160 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp). 1 Hourglass. 1 Good lock. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: An older man who is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, he is not a threatening figure. His chestnut hair is cut short. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gomory 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 greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.