Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Hunter. He's also a talented Bookbinder, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Halimath was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 east. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 gp. Sardonyx (70 gp).

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has wavy silver hair. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Addict, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with white slacks. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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 is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is an amazing painter.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hand crossbow.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 900 gp.