Description: This man stands a little under 6'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

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 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 spear and armor he uses now. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: He wears a pastel tunic with black highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around his shoes, and he perpetually has his scimitar ready. He wears his red hair down. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad pastel hat.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. 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: He was born at the edge of vast plains. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2700 sp.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. He has no hair. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Tim took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Rich purple corundum (900 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tattered old clothes. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Manfred was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Healer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 sp.