Description: He is a husky man, who likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. The war was a terrible time for him, and Simon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Simon was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Body Guard. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Simon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 gp. Malachite (11 gp). Fire opal (400 gp). Sard (50 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. His hair is white and very short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He got into the Fortune-teller business at a young age. He worked as a nervous Fortune-teller and found it very stressful. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Has a crush, Debt. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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 to a pair of adventurers, Geoffrey grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bow.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp. 4 Holy water.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His head has been shaved. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of orcs 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: Human compassion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Shy. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Amber (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.