Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He wears his auburn hair up. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born in a small plains village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He wears a green shirt with thin black vertical stripes and white pants. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears a mask on his face.

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 does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Balimaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a barkeep and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Persistence, Extrovert, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

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 does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this eastern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Clerebold lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Clerebold reached his early adolescence his Human mother 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'5". He wears professional attire, and his gloved hand is found clutching a falchion. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates goblins. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Roger was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and many goblins want him driven away

Flaws: Insane, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1200 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp).

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He comes from a rich southern family. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bowyer. He's also a talented Mason, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a mason again

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 gp.