Description: He wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of whips on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anselm fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Randal 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. 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. He has achieved small success as a Bounty Hunter.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and to be a masseuse again

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Red garnet (120 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and likes to wear ponchos typically of a light yellow in addition to tight pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears his red hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He enjoys reading and quiet.

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 gnolls. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in kukri use. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Shane fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants revenge against gnolls; and many gnolls want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a yellow coat with brown slacks. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is baby faced.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the south to a Weaver, Percival learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Percival was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Military, Guardian. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Cartwright but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Gifted from a young age, Trym studied abroad. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Persistence, Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 2200 sp. 3 Smokesticks. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Holy water.