Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 66. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. In his 16th 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3200 sp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). 1 Good lock. 1 Magnifying glass.

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 weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his feathered green hat.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in the north. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Dyer. He has achieved small success as a Dyer.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to be a bather again

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his spear ready. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Born to a Adventurer, his father struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Gomory took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. 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. Gomory fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 gp. Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). 1 Average lock.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a green collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has red hair. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the north to a Shipwright, Anselm learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Spice Merchant, but he got bored and became a Shipwright. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Shipwright.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2100 sp. 3 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

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 very much looks the part of a Brewer. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Shepherd profession.

History: Lance was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Brewer for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Shepherd again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 12000 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp).