Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat, marred by beers. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Rolf has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Disease. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is typically in his Sellsword uniform. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born to a Armorer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sellsword for the past few years.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a grey shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished longsword as well. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is baby faced.

Personality: Frederick hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born to a Courier, his father struggled to pay the bills. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. 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. Frederick fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Iolite (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Malachite (5 gp).

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Henry is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature crossbow.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a pastel suit, blue shirt, and brown tie. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 sp. Eye agate (6 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.