Description: 5'2" and muscular, this western man wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a flail on his belt. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the left. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Persistence, Joker. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 360 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he usually wears his blue robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. His hair is silver and curly. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Lamlis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

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

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'4" and wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has achieved small success as a Dyer.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Amethyst (110 gp). Rose (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has gray eyes and a black hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is a great chef.

History: Lucan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 700 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (60 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and is pretty ugly. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Through the years after Ahvain was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Ahvain's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greataxe.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 gp.