Description: Standing 6'5", this man wears dull tan sweaters, loose red pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scythe, just in case. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. 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 Gardener, Peter learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Peter was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a pastel vest and prefers white and pastel shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Heward was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. At a young age his mother died while driving off some giants. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in bastard sword use. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a simple black robe with blue stripes complete with hood. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 600 gp. Jasper (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized pastel coat, and is pretty ugly. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Blue quartz (5 gp). Azurite (5 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available he will default to his trident. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He is baby faced.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He tends to his Server job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a dilettante again

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Red garnet (100 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp).