Description: Standing 5'9", this man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Gardener who has hired him part-time. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Silver pearl (100 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Rolf 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. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. He is physically well-built. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. 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. Ralf took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Job. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. The war was a terrible time for him, and Hubert does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 400 gp. Tourmaline (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a fancy black suit. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished shortbow as well. He wears his silver hair up. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Everard fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military. Occupation: Healer

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

Possessions: 3200 sp.