Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in a small desert village. 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. Halimath took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. Being a Bounty Hunter kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his ceremonial dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Roofer profession.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Lucan grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Lucan. He has achieved small success as a Detective.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is greedy

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 900 gp. Blue quartz (14 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is typically in his Adventurer uniform, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'8" when asserting himself. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. He takes great joy in being the best Adventurer in town.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Adventurer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 57. 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 feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fivin studied abroad. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 370 pp. Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Red spinel (80 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Brown diamond (6000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'2". He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

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 was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 700 gp.