Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is a Cartwright first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born in the north to a Cartwright, Norman learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a Cartwright soon after.

Motivation: To be a Carpenter again; and expand his business

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

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

Possessions: 200 gp. Golden pearl (110 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 5'2". He wears dull brown sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case. He wears his blonde hair down. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Weaver born in the past three hundred years. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born to a Dyer, his father struggled to pay the bills. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Weaver for the past few years.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Dyer; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Job, Attractive, Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born into a rich family. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Anthony took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He likes to wear yellow tank tops with violet pants, and he perpetually has his hammer ready. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Roland reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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. Roland fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Moonstone (50 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Pink pearl (60 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his quarterstaff, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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, Frederick is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He worked as a nervous Mortician and found it very stressful. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Persistence, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.