Description: This man stands a little under 5'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a very tight haircut. He has gray eyes and a black hat with a violet feather.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Bertram was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, 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 Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Bertram took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is golden and very short. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Rolf grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Rolf. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Banker business.

History: He was born in the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: He's in love; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is content; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 2 Antitoxin. 2 Holy water.

Description: He wears a tan tunic with brown highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. His black hair is thinning but still full. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1400 sp. Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Iolite (60 gp).