Description: This tall, slender man wears a brown tunic with tan highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around his shoes. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Thomas was born with his mother's beautiful face. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 41000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. This brown eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Brewer. He plays an instrument quite well.

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. His childhood dream was to be a Architect, but he was a colossal failure. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to be a architect again

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 3000 sp. Bloodstone (40 gp). 1 Holy water.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He carries with him a set of lances, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is long and unkept. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Randal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Randal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.