Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He wears his black hair up. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. During his travels, Aramil and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Aramil discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Aramil fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1200 gp. Moss agate (12 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a black collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greatsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His black hair is long and unkept. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Nutae liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born into a rich family. Rolen 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Rich, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is wearing a long, green cloak. His golden hair is knotted and matted. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Gennal was born with his mother's beautiful face. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Doctor; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 4000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).