Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. Rael is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He tends to wear a large yellow jacket. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Laucian grew up listening to his father's many stories. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He usually wears his black robe and has his longbow always slung over his shoulder. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. His ears are large.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Erevan lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1200 gp. Peridot (40 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp).

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 silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a Weaver, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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 giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: 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 a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top green hat.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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, Fivin 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. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic, Secretive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 500 gp. Smoky quartz (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.