Description: Standing 5'1", this man wears bulky blue painted plate armor. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. This brown eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 65. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Eye agate (9 gp). Amber (90 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Rose (60 gp).

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 golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are gray and catlike.

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 is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Caeldrim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Banded agate (10 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Red garnet (150 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Blue star sapphire (1500 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1500 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). Fire opal (1500 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Hematite (10 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a black vest and prefers brown and yellow shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Priest but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Ivellios was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Pacifist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Greedy. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Azurite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.