Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tan collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His blonde hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Clerebold took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Ruler and was forced into it by his family; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Rolf took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Addict, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Aquamarine (700 gp). Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He very much looks the part of a Scribe. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in the south to a Scribe, John learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, John has worked very hard to control his curse. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is physically well-built. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Diggory isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Gifted from a young age, Diggory studied abroad. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 50 pp.