Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Clerebold 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Brewer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 40 pp. Red garnet (100 gp). Brown-green garnet (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, marred by chocolates. His hair is long and silver with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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 at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Odo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 7000 cp. Aquamarine (600 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is typically in his Dilettante uniform. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Charles is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He's also a talented Navigator, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 45. 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. 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: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Kyle was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 32000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'3" and dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His red hair is knotted and matted. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. After coming to the age of reason, Aldous took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 37000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.