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 does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born into a rich family. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his ceremonial dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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 on a small isolated farm. 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. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man has the majority of his body covered in plate, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Balimaar 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. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 2200 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'6". He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his mace, and his gloved hand is found clutching a mace. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Justin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Spy hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 10000 cp.