Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. 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 red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in the north. Everard liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Average lock. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. He has violet eyes and a blue hat with a pastel feather.

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. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When Tim reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears his brown hair up. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Don is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Don was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 22000 cp. Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).