Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears dull white sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed quarterstaff, just in case. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has worked as a Barkeep like his father before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new barkeep responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a nunchaku on his belt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Gomory will drive conversation. Gomory enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Born in the north to a Armorer, Gomory learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Armorer for hire.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Dustin was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Percival wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Adept, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: Percival hails from a village terrorized by orcs. He married young, but lost his spouse to orcs. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Percival never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants revenge against orcs

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, In love. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 18000 cp.

Description: 6'0" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His hair is auburn and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in the north to a Mason, Anselm learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Anselm took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Professionalism, Extrovert. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 400 gp.