Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears dull green sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed whip, just in case. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Solomon took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Flaws: Secretive, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He carries a battered club and tarnished quarterstaff as well. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and carries shortspears. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Blacksmith but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 37000 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. At a young age his mother died while driving off some drow. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in club use. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Patrick fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his mace. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and a deep hatred of giants

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 8000 sp. Aquamarine (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.