Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'6" when asserting himself. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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: Clerebold was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When Clerebold reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born in the east. 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. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and human compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Painter work with an outfit from a few towns over. Painter work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Guardian, Adventurer, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Guy liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 3 Antitoxin. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This eastern man wears a fancy yellow suit. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

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 east were limited. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 gp.