Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His black hair is thinning but still full. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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 has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. After a long history of fighting, Wymar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp. White pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with green colored cloaks and clothing, and he perpetually has his mace ready. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. Percival enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Hedonist. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he dresses like a well dressed Herbalist does. His tied-back hair is silver. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Herbalist. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Herbalist for hire.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to pay off his debts

Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. He is physically well-built. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. 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 Mercenary. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Barber born in the past three hundred years. 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 mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1000 sp.