Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and elven compassion

Flaws: Insane, Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. His white hair is long and unkept. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Hadarai wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He takes great joy in being the best Mortician in town.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 pp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He has moderate length silver hair. He is baby faced.

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. 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, Rolen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Butcher. He's also a talented Barkeep, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple grey robe with violet stripes complete with hood. He has shaved his head bald. He has hazel eyes and a grey hat with a violet feather.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. When Theren reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries with him a set of shortbows, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His tied-back hair is black. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his top tan hat.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Vanuath lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 south. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 gp.