Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a yellow coat with blue slacks. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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 several months after his father was called into army service. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Terse. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 900 gp. Blue star sapphire (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is black and curly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp).

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Rolf is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. 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: He was born at the edge of vast desert. 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. Rolf took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Wymar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and he's in love

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Family, Poor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 10000 cp. Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who very much looks the part of a Mercenary. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gifted student he started as a Layabout, but he got bored and became a Mercenary. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.