Description: 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 is portly but not overly obese. His chestnut hair is still thick. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He worked as a nervous Sellsword and found it very stressful. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a black coat with blue slacks. He has no hair. He wears an eyepatch.

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 will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Percival 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. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Persistence, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is wearing a long, pastel cloak. He carries with him a set of halberds on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He uses divination through singing.

History: The child of a Spice Merchant, who enjoyed hunting, Trey was taken on many hunting expeditions. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Scribe work with an outfit from a few towns over. Scribe work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has worked as a Scribe like his mother before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sculptor. His hair is blonde and very short. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. A freak accident while working with his Dilettante father left him crippled. After a long history of fighting, Dean and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and doesn't want to be a sculptor and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Guardian. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A 6'0" eastern man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. 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 takes great joy in being the best Miller in town.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Anselm was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 29000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.