Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his lance with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of lances, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is short and red. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. 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 left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears red trousers with tan and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his feathered red hat.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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 got into the Mercenary business at a young age. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears dark leathers with embroidery, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His tied-back hair is white. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Don hails from a village terrorized by drow. 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 Spice Merchant. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Spice Merchant.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Job, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: This late middle aged man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants and is in decent physical shape. He has no hair. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed white hat.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born in the north. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 gp.