Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is knotted and matted. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Born to a Mayor, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He is physically well-built. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Korfel 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 comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, PTSD. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1800 gp. Zircon (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'11" and wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a shield on his belt. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His chestnut hair is still thick. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Varis 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he likes to wear blue tank tops with green pants. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver ewer (60 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (60 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (170 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Soveliss was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Soveliss fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 11000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.