Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 14000 cp.

Description: He wears dull pastel sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed spear, just in case. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for him, and Miles 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 several months after his father was called into army service. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Family. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 24000 cp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He carries with him a set of pickaxes on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His silver hair is braided into rings. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. 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. Norman fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. His hair is chestnut and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Percival will drive conversation. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Percival 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. Percival 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 500 gp. Pink pearl (160 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.