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 likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Bowyer who has hired him part-time. 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, Norman is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Norman was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Barbarian, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Barbarian in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Has a crush, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 60 pp. Violet garnet (1300 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Sard (30 gp). Fire opal (700 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1900 sp. 1 Silver holy symbol. 1 Simple lock. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: Standing 5'6", this man dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with brown slacks. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mortician. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born into a rich family. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His ears are large.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Ralf was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Cook. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 7000 cp. 3 Thunderstones. 7 Acid flasks. 2 Holy water.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He is portly but not overly obese. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 20000 cp.