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. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Roger took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Rock crystal (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a violet collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Ralf was born the youngest of three triplets. Ralf liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He wears his white hair down. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is greedy

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. He is physically well-built. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insane, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Rich purple corundum (600 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears dark leathers with embroidery, marred by chocolates. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tim does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the west. Tim was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Architect. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 300 gp.