Description: This man stands a little under 6'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears tattered old clothes. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

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. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 45000 sp. Banded agate (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears an entirely yellow suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Adelard abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bow.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: In love, Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Solid gold idol (200 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (30 gp).

Description: He wears a white shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and blue pants. He carries with him a set of bows, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His tied-back hair is auburn. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a nunchaku on his belt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'9" when asserting himself. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Extrovert. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Cynical, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 500 sp.