Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sellsword.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and expand his business

Flaws: Hedonist, Disease. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has violet eyes and a grey hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light red in addition to tight pants. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of a Miller, who enjoyed hunting, Wymar was taken on many hunting expeditions. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. He has shaved his head bald. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with white colored cloaks and clothing. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has wavy white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Ruler father left him crippled. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive, Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.