Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. He is an epitome of beauty. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Clerebold took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He bought a quarterstaff and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and violet robe with the hood down. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Revenge; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Red garnet (80 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Blacksmith. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears dull grey sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed nunchaku, just in case. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Trym was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Forgetful. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. Zircon (50 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Eye agate (10 gp).