Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants, and is pretty ugly. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 80. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 18000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is silver and very short. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2500 sp. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a violet tunic with white highlights, and long violet pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Justice, Optimist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 200 gp. Banded agate (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears bulky white painted plate armor, and he perpetually has his sickle ready. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Randal abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times and is in decent physical shape. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 94. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Marshal but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 gp. Jade (130 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail. 1 Breastplate.