Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a tan shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a very tight haircut. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He takes great joy in being the best Mercenary in town.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He struck the Mercenary job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and many dire rats want him driven away

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his right hand. His silver hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. During his travels, Roland and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Roland discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Roland fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears red painted combat armor at almost all times. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the east. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 5000 cp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a simple grey robe with green stripes complete with hood. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Clerebold 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Moonstone (60 gp). 1 Half-Plate.