Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His pastel leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His hair is long and brown with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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 betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: In love, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'6". He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, brown shirt, and tan tie. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

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. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 11000 cp. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 2 Holy water.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he prefers to wear grey pants and tee shirts. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mason business.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Wymar reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 600 gp. Red garnet (130 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a red shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and black pants. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Spice Merchant but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born into a rich family. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'8" and is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 85. 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 is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 sp. Citrine (80 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp).