Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 62. 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. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 60000 cp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He wears a fancy black suit. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1400 gp. Rock crystal (60 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Coral (130 gp). Pink diamond (3000 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp).

Description: He is typically in his Barkeep uniform. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished longsword as well. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Lazy. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 12000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and green robe with the hood down. He is portly but not overly obese. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Red spinel (100 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). White opal (1600 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Carnelian (50 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his broad pastel hat.

Personality: Erdan is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Erdan 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. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1900 gp. Jade (60 gp).