Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Server business.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His childhood dream was to be a Glassblower, but he was a colossal failure. He has achieved small success as a Knight.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 20000 cp.

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 tattered old clothes. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Drogo enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Drogo 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His first spouse was a Mayor, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 19000 cp. Azurite (14 gp). Rose (50 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). 2 Thunderstones. 4 Tanglefoot bags.