Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. At a young age his father died while driving off some drow. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sickle use. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Hugh was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1 Silk rope. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Backpack.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a violet vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his violet boots flare out at the collars. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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 to a pair of adventurers, Roger grew up listening to his father's many stories. Roger 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Roger fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He very much looks the part of a Mortician. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Don 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears tattered old clothes. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born in the south. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1400 sp.