Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He carries a battered glaive and tarnished shortspear as well. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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. Frederick fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 800 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His black hair is braided into rings. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Balimaar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He is an epitome of beauty. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Lance took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Religious, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a mace on his belt. He has no hair. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Animal Trainer.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. His red hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Percival's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Percival grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Scribe and was forced into it by his family; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.