Description: He sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is physically well-built. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Human compassion; and doesn't want to be a herbalist and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Justin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to be a sculptor again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat, and is pretty ugly. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has achieved small success as a Weaver.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Hourglass. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: He likes to wear green tank tops with tan pants. He carries a battered crossbow and tarnished dagger as well. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He dresses well, wearing red shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Don was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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. Don fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Superior lock.