Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2800 sp.

Description: An older man who is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, he is not a threatening figure. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He is baby faced.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Thomas was born the youngest of three triplets. His childhood dream was to be a Interpreter, but he was a colossal failure. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Racist, Addict, Greedy. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 20000 cp. Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). White pearl (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Balimaar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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 money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear flannel. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Chad lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mortician. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Backpack. 1 Silk rope.