Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

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. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Don was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor, and he perpetually has his shortbow ready. His hair is auburn and curly. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his small green hat.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. One day when Robert was young, his mother was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his mother dropped to the ground dead. His mother had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Robert was heart-stricken from the event, and his father started working long hours to provde for them. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, PTSD. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 110 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Bertram embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and many giants want him driven away

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Full Plate. 1 Full Plate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This northern man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His clothes are grease stained in places. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Gifted from a young age, Theobald studied abroad. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Dyer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 4 Acid flasks. 3 Thunderstones. 2 Holy water.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Hunter born in the past three hundred years. 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: Wymar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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's also a talented Blacksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Just what you see.