Description: He wears just a white suit. He carries a battered mace and tarnished halberd as well. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Norman embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. 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, Norman is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple black robe with grey stripes complete with hood. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 7000 cp. White opal (400 gp). Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Coral (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He likes to wear violet tank tops with brown pants. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: In love, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and brown handkerchief worn on his left side. He has moderate length golden hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A true patriot, Drogo would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Knight. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's in love; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. 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, Ralf is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Ralf was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Ralf abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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 to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp.