Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anthony fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He usually wears his white robe and has his rapier always slung over his shoulder. His tied-back hair is brown. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Ralf was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is brown and very short. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Norman was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1500 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (700 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'6" when asserting himself. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the left. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Gifted from a young age, Rolf studied abroad. 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. 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 has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate.