Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Patrick wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tattered old clothes. He wears his silver hair down. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 3 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His head has been shaved. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a tight fitting yellow shirt and pants. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He also hits on men, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Blacksmith; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears skinny pants and wears a blue and brown robe with the hood down, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are likewise blue.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Wymar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When Wymar 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. Some 2 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Wymar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 gp.