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 wears just a blue suit. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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, Gomory is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 11000 cp. Pink pearl (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Carnelian (20 gp).

Description: This southern man prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts. His clothes are grease stained in places. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top white hat.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Rolf's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. During his travels, Rolf and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Rolf discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Rolf fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. He is an epitome of beauty. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature, Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A 5'0" southern man, he wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He takes great joy in being the best Soapmaker in town.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. 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, Trym is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He worked as a nervous Scribe and found it very stressful. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 800 sp.