Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He carries with him a set of shortspears on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his sickle. His hair is cut close to his head. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born into a rich family. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing a long, yellow cloak. His silver hair is cut short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a red cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. He sports a flattop hair cut. He is baby faced.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). During his travels, Percival and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Percival discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Percival fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's in love; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 11000 sp. 2 Holy water.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Crown-heir 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 goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Justice. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp. Moonstone (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.