Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'4" and wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. His hair is black and curly. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is a great chef.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Trym's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. 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, Trym is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born into a rich family. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. 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: Many goblins want him driven away; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a long, violet cloak. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his top violet hat.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Lance took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Sard (40 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears just a grey suit. His head has been shaved. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Bertram was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 100 gp.