Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue 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. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born in a small island village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Theodoric took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: Standing 5'11", this man wears a simple grey robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: The child of a Jeweler, who enjoyed hunting, Frederick was taken on many hunting expeditions. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears dull brown sweaters, loose yellow pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sword, just in case. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Soapmaker. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: 5'3" and muscular, this western man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Thomas lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thomas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp.