Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. In his youth he was a Roofer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes illithids are coming to abduct people. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Anselm is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north to a Cook, Anselm learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Cook for hire.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This light-skinned male wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his flail with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is long and red with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. A freak accident while working with his Scribe mother left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His tied-back hair is black. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for him, and Gilbert does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'6" when asserting himself. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Drogo hails from a village terrorized by drow. A freak accident while working with his Stableman mother left him crippled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 gp.