Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'1" and is typically in his Baker uniform. He wears his white hair down. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Baker. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Climber’s kit. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Silver holy symbol.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His head has been shaved. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Balimaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (40 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). 1 Crowbar. 1 Backpack.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. 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. Rolf took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a brown collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries a battered trident and tarnished scimitar as well. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fisher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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. Kyle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Banded agate (6 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Jasper (30 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is white and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, John was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 gp.