Description: He stands about 6'4" and wears a brown shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Laborer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A freak accident while working with his Ploughman mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Good lock. 1 Average lock.

Description: He wears a simple pastel robe with green stripes complete with hood, and carries axes. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Cook. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. At a young age his mother died while driving off some gnolls. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in axe use. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and many gnolls want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with black slacks. He is an epitome of beauty. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Randal lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 11000 cp. 3 Smokesticks.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is silver and curly. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when he was still a young child. The dire rats captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears baggy violet pantaloons and a tan scarf. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 44000 sp. Moss agate (13 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.