Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a large brown jacket. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Arnold speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Arnold 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. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Arnold never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, In love, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, white shirt, and yellow tie. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Locksmith work with an outfit from a few towns over. Locksmith work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Apothecary again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Pacifist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: 5'2" and muscular, this northern man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

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

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Mortician. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mortician for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. He carries a battered hammer and tarnished sword as well. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 39. 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: He was born in the south. 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 orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Jocelyn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Performer

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

Possessions: 200 gp.