Description: He wears a brown vest and prefers pastel and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries with him a set of glaives on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears a green cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Gilbert 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. 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 feels kind of lost in life; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Percival was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 10. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Lewis was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is still thick. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Patrick fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Silver pearl (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp).