Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in an above average manner. His silver hair is lengthy. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a glaive, but if one is not available he will default to his trident. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the south. Heward was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Miller. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 2400 sp. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: He wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise green.

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. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Dean has worked very hard to control his curse. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His golden hair is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Anselm abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature longsword.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Jasper (30 gp). Red spinel (50 gp).