Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has shaved his head bald. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Riardon's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver ewer (70 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears baggy black pantaloons and a green scarf. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Korfel took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and doesn't want to be a brewer and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Sensitive, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 pp. Iolite (80 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1500 gp). Azurite (10 gp). Rose (80 gp). Jet (140 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Malachite (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Server but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He got into the Server business at a young age. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has worked as a Server like his mother before him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Server responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (13 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Coral (160 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.