Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: Gifted from a young age, Berrian studied abroad. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Alexandrite (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears silk and lounges about seductively. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature rapier.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Moss agate (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple white robe with blue stripes complete with hood. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His auburn hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Thervan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He has no hair. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in a small island village. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.