Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He has worked as a Marshal like his father before him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and many orcs want him driven away

Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a white shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents were killed by illithids in a raid when he was still a young child. The illithids captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. 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 he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise violet. 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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Randal alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries a battered longsword and tarnished quarterstaff as well. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is an amazing painter.

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 granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.