Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Stableman. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stableman for the past few years.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Job, Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: This man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his right hand. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Heward took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). 4 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a very tight haircut. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

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 dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Layabout.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and balancing his hectic life and new layabout responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears his blonde hair down. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 87. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Animal Trainer. He became a Animal Trainer soon after.

Motivation: To be a Detective again; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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. Roger fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1300 sp.