Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'3". He wears a brown collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. He has wavy black hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born to a Navigator, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He likes to wear yellow tank tops with brown pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his morningstar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Rolf 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a white vest and prefers blue and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Miles was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears black trousers with brown and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His chestnut hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. A true patriot, Percival would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Percival alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Tanner born in the past three hundred years. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Tanner arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a bricklayer again

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 500 gp.