Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Himo took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and balancing his hectic life and new sellsword responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A 4'9" southern man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Emotional, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Full Plate.

Description: He is in excellent shape and sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His tied-back hair is golden. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Thervan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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 guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Emotional, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1900 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (700 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

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

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. Citrine (30 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp).

Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sickle, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is an amazing painter.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 3200 gp. Banded agate (8 gp).