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 white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Rolf was born with his father's beautiful face. Rolf was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sellsword. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: 5'2" and muscular, this eastern man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with yellow lining and desert motifs. His hair is cut close to his head. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Peter never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, In love. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp).

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a black and green robe with the hood down. He carries with him a set of glaives on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. After a long history of fighting, Don and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, In love. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 100 gp. Silver pearl (90 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a fancy black suit. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He sports a flattop hair cut. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant, In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the left. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. 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: Born in the north to a Apothecary, Heward learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Apothecary for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 gp. Malachite (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item.