Description: This slender man stands about 5'4". 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. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. A true patriot, Randal would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greataxe.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Mentor, Slave. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Smokesticks. 3 Antitoxin. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

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 faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has hazel eyes and a black hat with a green feather.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the east. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Miller. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to be a navigator again

Flaws: Insane, Greedy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 6'3" and wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is silver and very short. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Cartwright arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, marred by beers. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a violet vest and prefers black and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Percival is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 600 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (100 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp).