Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His hair is short and brown. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Through the years after Norman was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Norman's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Percival alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 17000 sp. Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Amber (120 gp). Sard (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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: Frederick was born the youngest of three triplets. Frederick 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Marshal they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Bricklayer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Family, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His hair is black and curly. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has worked as a Servant like his father before him.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp.