Description: A man of a pale complexion, he tends to wear a large black jacket. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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, Clerebold is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. His childhood dream was to be a Ruler, but he was a colossal failure. After a long history of fighting, Clerebold and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Ruler; and to be a ruler again

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man dresses like a well dressed Painter does. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Nature, In love. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this southern man wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a black scarf. His black hair is knotted and matted. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Anselm was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Anselm's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp. 3 Smokesticks. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. The war was a terrible time for him, and Norman does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 500 gp.