Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, green shirt, and blue tie. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His golden hair is thinning but still full. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp.

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 He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Anselm was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Carpenter. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp).

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born to a Tanner, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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 Layabout. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Layabout.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is dressed in an above average manner. He sports a flattop hair cut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is obsessed with his god.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 79. 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 a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Miles 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; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 2500 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (100 gp).