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. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His hazel 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 a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erdan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Red spinel (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Guard but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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 gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 400 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (70 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (40 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1800 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Lamlis was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Herbalist. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears a tan tunic with violet highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Fivin was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Shipwright. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Spice Merchant they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Shipwright, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Shipwright responsibilities is difficult; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 40000 cp. Rose (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Suhnae took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He bought a scimitar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 gp. Jasper (30 gp). Silver pearl (90 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.