Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a morningstar on his belt. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. This brown eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). White opal (1500 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a brown shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 600 gp. Hematite (6 gp). Sard (40 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. His hair is red and curly. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Solomon is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 400 gp. Violet garnet (500 gp). Chrysoberyl (90 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He tends to wear a large blue jacket. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Roland hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

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. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 3. 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 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: Cory was born with his father's beautiful face. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2200 sp.