Description: This man wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Map Maker they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Mortician, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears dull white sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed nunchaku, just in case. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His first spouse was a Shoemaker, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and elven compassion

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1200 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Banded agate (12 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. This blue eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Thamior hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat. He carries with him a set of morningstars, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp).

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears dull white sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed glaive, just in case. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair is cut close to his head. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

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. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Naeris alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Onyx (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.