Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a green collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has no hair. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Rolf lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Rolf took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Cook and was forced into it by his family; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries a battered nunchaku and tarnished greatsword as well. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 100. 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. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Manfred was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Manfred decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Malachite (5 gp). Citrine (30 gp). 4 Thunderstones. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has a very tight haircut. His ears are large.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 60 pp. White pearl (60 gp). Moss agate (6 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears dull grey sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortspear, just in case. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Lance wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Lance was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Hunter. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Bricklayer again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 gp.