Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His blonde hair is still thick. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Caeldrim and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears professional attire. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 gp. Amber (130 gp). Red garnet (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Actor. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Born in the south to a Actor, Hadarai learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Hadarai took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Dyer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Actor, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Actor responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, In love, Nature, Family. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 800 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull black sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case, and carries greataxes. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: 5'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has done his best to style his red 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 is erratic and paranoid. He believes orcs are coming to abduct people. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Dayereth took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Alexandrite (1500 gp).